Jinhai slowly opened his tired and exhausted eyes, but the space beside him on the bed was empty. Just like the last few painful days.
He always shut his eyes and went to sleep in hopes that the tragedy would turn out to be a dream and he would find his family all happy and smiling just as before. But everytime, his hopes would get slashed and the light in his eyes would dim.
Not a single day and moment went by when Jinhai didn't remember Nana, Jun and Jin and their memories only brought more hollowness and grief to his heart.
He slowly got up, his body feeling heavy and painful. His gaze was blank and so did he try to make his mind the same way too, but he failed. Taking slow steps, he went outside and found the villa eerily silent.
There wasn't the usual goofiness of Liu Hai, the playfulness of Jing, the idiotic laughter of the twins or Liu Chunhua's scolding to be heard anywhere in the villa.
