Bo Yeyuan rolled down the final step, collapsing under the open square in the pouring rain, blood flowing out from his head.
His hand remained in the gesture of holding onto Li Qiyu... clutching at nothing.
She didn't come, she had deceived him after all.
Every breath Bo Yeyuan took became slower, like a clogged stream struggling to flow.
[Li Qiyu, it's the 197th day since you left, I went to Sheng City, this half a month I've visited many places, every school you studied at as a child, the paths you must have walked, your favorite red bean bread shop, the library you often visited... I want to understand more about you, know more about your past.]
When Leike found Bo Yeyuan lying in a pool of blood, half an hour had already passed.
In the chilly storm, his empty eyes stared at the funnel-shaped sky, detached and hollow...
