For the past nineteen years, aside from the family tragedy a year ago, Xiang Wan had never been this panicked.
There was even a moment when she thought Zuo Xingyun would vanish from her world immediately.
That feeling of utter emptiness in her heart brought fear and helplessness.
The terror and fright it brought her were identical to the horror she felt when her mother jumped off the building right before her eyes, making her body shiver uncontrollably.
So much so that she forgot that from the beginning, she wanted to break away from Zuo Xingyun. Wasn't it her wish for him to disappear from her world? Why, then, did she feel scared when it was actually happening?
"Then tell me, what would make it right...?"
Zuo Xingyun's voice was hoarse and obscure, like a death row inmate making a last, feeble struggle, pale and powerless.
Xiang Wan couldn't speak a word. All she could do was use all her strength to hold him close, seizing the warmth of the moment.
