She shook her head. Two clusters of gray had appeared below her eyes, underneath her curly eyelashes.
"I won't be coming to visit you anymore. Trust me. You will be fine because you can't bear to part with everything you have right now. You simply refused to allow the existence of your defeat, and I refused to be the stepping stone to your success."
When she was finished, she turned around. In her heart, there were still no traces of wavy colors.
Suddenly, she heard the wailing cries of Shen Yijun. It was shrieking.
Filled with self-mockery.
If crying would resolve problems, she was willing to cry tanks and tanks of tears. However, it wouldn't. Nothing would.
