Every word in Shi Yuhuan's sentence pierced the most tender places in her heart.
With a sour sensation in her nose, Song Qinghuan's trembling arms reached out and tightly wrapped around him. She broke down in tears, "Shi Yuhuan, Shi Yuhuan..."
This was his first time declaring his love for her.
He said: Shi Yuhuan loves Song Qinghuan. If Song Qinghuan dies, Shi Yuhuan could not continue to live either.
The meaning behind his words was that his love for her had reached the level of life and death.
But why did he utter those words on the night before they were to divorce, on the night before they were to part ways?
Shi Yuhuan's heart brimmed with an indescribable pain, the glimmer of blood-red light flickering in his cold eyes.
His voice, laden with a millennia worth of heartache: "I've thought many times, and the only solution I could come up with is this. Song Qinghuan, my Huanhuan, what should I do with you?"
