Meng Fuyao did not want to see anyone at this point in time. She did not wish to see the Zhangsun Wuji who had given her hope but eventually destroyed the last bits of her hope. She did not wish to face Zong Yue that had taken part in the events that happened eight years ago.
Meng Fuyao's heart grew colder by the second. In that chilly night, as the wind seeped into her bones, she wondered, 'Who can I trust? What can I believe in? You believe that those who love you will never betray you, and yet, before you know it, they are standing on the opposite shore, watching on as you sink lower and lower in that roaring seas, alone in that abandoned ship.'
In the end, she was always alone.
Who knew the taste of regret?
Who knew the taste of longing?
Who knew the taste of longing and regret?
