"It's not his fault if he didn't love me the way I loved him," When Simione said the words, her soul felt thin. Something sparkled within her, like some match had been lit and she enjoyed the flame for a little while before it became ashes. There was a time when she loved a man and thought love was a journey without an ending. However, in the middle of somewhere, a storm came and she was left behind, alone in the cold and rain.
"Sisi—"
"It's okay grandfather, it's been a long time already," She smiled bitterly at the old man. He knew how Sisi and Lyndon used to be lovers and although how much the Tang elders approved of their relationship, it did not end well.
