Yang Xinyu was on a repeat mode. "Wu Lina talk to me… what have I done… why are you punishing me… I will not stop you from completing the course… we will do whatever you want…"
Her heartache caused nausea that churned in her empty stomach and she must have vomited at least half a dozen times. Her head was swimming with regrets. Why did she allow herself to reach the star that was shining so bright in the sky? She was chosen to suffer. Her heart felt as if the blood converted into tar and it lacked the steady beat.
Her melancholy mood had attracted dark clouds, which would rain every time she wanted. She was getting drained in her personal sorrow.
After two days of pain and heartache, came the memories. Those painful memories were just like nightmares – they disappeared when Wu Lina awoke, but troubled her crazily when she tried to sleep. She wanted to box her memories and stash them away somewhere far.
