As the last word was written, the memory ended, and Tang Ye suppressed the flutters in his heart, his face contorting a few times.
These two fragments of memory were short, yet they allowed Tang Ye to deeply understand Li Henian's feelings at the time. He seemed to have an inseparable affection for his own sister. Tang Ye had not seen all the past between Li Henian and Li Qingtian and took in these two memories with his own sentiments.
He felt a deep melancholy, just like when you finish a book you really enjoyed, and as you close the last page, all the events within it linger, causing a profound sense of melancholy.
But he didn't want to read it for a second time.
Tang Ye looked into the distance. In this city, he had shed too many tears. On countless lonely nights, he had grown accustomed to much hardship. Originally, the city would have been lit up by neon lights, dazzling and filled with dazzling wealth that made him feel inferior!
