The lights weren't switched on and it was completely dark, only some moonlight came in through the windows.
Feeling something warm on his face, Lu Yeming used his fingers to feel it. Tears burned his fingertips.
Mo'er.
He really missed Mo'er.
Mo'er made him cry.
But the corners of his lips kicked up as he smiled through the tears.
Jun Xiqing.
She made him smile.
In the late night, he felt lonely and couldn't fall asleep. He already knew what his future was going to be like. If he married Dongfang Ruoli, though he would reign over the entire country and wield absolute power, he would lead a lonely life. His life would be mundane.
The last rosary pea. Whenever he recalled it, his heart would wrench in pain. He had to vomit out some blood to even breathe properly.
Gu Mohan still had something he could reminisce about. Gu Mohan had Niuniu. On the other, he had nothing.
