Although Jiang Yanshen jumped into the sea immediately, compared to the vast sea, he was as small as dust.
He kept searching in the cold sea, but he could not see her.
The cold seawater was bone-piercingly cold, but it could not compare to the coldness that surged in his heart that made him despair.
For the first time…
For the first time, he understood what fear and despair were.
If in this world there were no more her warm voice calling him "Ah Yan," no more her preparing his clothes every morning, no more her laughter, her scolding, no more her smiling eyes…
If Lin Qingqian didn't exist in this world…
The surroundings would become so quiet.
It was as if he was the only one left. It was as if everything had returned to its original numbness and boredom…
Why would he want to continue existing?
