Shen Hanyu was silent for a long time. He never thought about what he would do if Sang Qianqian really died. It would probably go on like this everyday for the past five years.
Shen Shaofeng had once tried his best to pull him out from the abyss he sunk himself in. However, he wasn't willing to get out.
In fact, in the heart-piercing pain, he could occasionally find some sweetness. After all, Sang Qianqian had liked him before.
She was like an extremely bright shooting star, appearing in his life and then disappearing. However, for those who had seen a shooting star, they would never forget it.
The other lights paled in comparison to her. Therefore, he didn't want to come out.
Every night, he would face those holograms of her even though he knew they weren't real, even though he knew that reminiscing about the past would give him a terrible headache and make it difficult for him to sleep.
