JIANG YUE picked up the cup of tea in front of him and drank a sip. The hot tea warmth his slightly cold body. He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him. Seven years. Time really flew by like the wings of a bird flapping in the sky. But even so, those years were excruciatingly slow for him.
Those years for him were filled with nothing but loneliness, sadness, pain, and longing. Everyday was like torture for him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. But he endured. He endured everything in the hopes that once it was all over, he could attain a semblance of happiness.
But no happiness came. His life returned to normal but there was no semblance of joy. He knew why. He wanted to go to the person who could bring him happiness but he couldn't. Doing that would be too shameless of him. But if he was being honest, the main reason was because of his cowardice.
