But, she feels no joy. On the contrary, she is in a low state, deeply melancholic.
She is not a clingy woman, but there are things she just wants answers to. She wants to know what she did wrong, or maybe it was just a heart-wrenching deception the whole time.
Once again, she stands in front of this small building, hesitant to take that final step.
Even with her hand on the door, she still can't knock.
What is she afraid of? What is she worried about?
Or perhaps, how much longer must she deceive herself?
Tang Yuxin, oh Tang Yuxin, you've lived for a lifetime, even died once, why do you still fear rejection? Isn't being rejected now better than getting trapped deeper, and then being kicked away?
Yes, she thinks like this, but her heart still aches as if pricked by numerous fine needles. Although the pain isn't unbearable, it is nonetheless hard to endure.
She takes a deep breath before finally placing her hand on the door.
"Knock, knock …"
She knocks on the door.
