At this moment, Lu Xin felt as if his heart had been torn in half.
Little seventeen was dead. He died on that night many years ago.
He had created a younger sister to cover up the truth and share his negative emotions.
But now, his sister was gone ...
..
..
Endless pain gushed out from the hole in his heart like a broken dam.
Every muscle and bone in Lu Xin's body was convulsing.
A deep sense of panic and uncertainty welled up in his heart.
All kinds of cold and sharp negative emotions scratched his body. He saw the truth that he didn't want to see the most, and he also felt the loneliness and pain that could truly penetrate into his bones. His will and thoughts were instantly riddled with holes.
Just a second ago, Lu Xin thought that he could handle everything.
In the next moment, he was completely overwhelmed by despair and had no power to retaliate.
