Su Zhinian forced himself to power on. After who knew how many laps across the city, he slowed his car down to focus on locating Song Qingchun's voice. There was still no sign of her, and he was submerged in a sea of despair that hadn't left him since 30 hours ago. The long hours of unrest caused Su Zhinian's heart to go a bit haywire. He could see stars occasionally before his eyes, and it caused his stomach to turn. The man in his condition had no choice but to park his car by the roadside and lean his head against the steering wheel to rest.
His body and brain were equally tired. Su Zhinian closed his eyes, but the voices in his mind denied him the grace of sleep. Between her and the child, he had chosen her without hesitation, but would she give him up for the sake of the child?
