Song Qinghuan paced around the room, her heart resembling a freshly desolate prairie, its scenery entirely uprooted.
Her eyes were tinged red, tears seemingly on the verge of breaking free any moment, but she grit her teeth, closed her eyes, refusing to let them fall.
In these few days, she had too many tears to shed; crying any further would only highlight her helplessness without actually solving anything.
After weeping, tears would pour out uncontrollably like a burst dam, impossible to suppress.
She shouldn't develop the habit of crying, or else she would end up bawling uncontrollably at the slightest inconvenience.
Crying wouldn't solve anything, she couldn't sit still waiting for death, she had to figure something out.
Should she tell Shi Yuhuan? Would telling him really solve everything? That was impossible!
This matter, she absolutely cannot disclose to Shi Yuhuan.
