How did things turn out like that?
How did it get to this point?
She was dead.
She was really dead.
He had never thought that she would actually die before. Her drive to live was so strong. She was living so well even after being tormented, just to die so suddenly.
What was he going to do now that she was dead?
What was he going to do?
Xuan Ying sat on the floor, clutching his short hair painfully. His eyes burned with tears as they flowed incessantly down his face.
Ah Zhou stood outside the door. He had been with Master for many years. Master had always been merciless and ruled with an iron fist. This was the first time he was seeing him break down.
Master no longer cared about anything. The only thing he did was hide in the wine cellar and dream of death.
Ah Zhou didn't know how he could help Master.
