She looked up at him as if she wanted to say it didn't hurt, as if she wanted to say something insincere to keep him from worrying, but her eyes were dry and gritty. Even her tear ducts, which had long dried up, seemed to be reviving.
"It hurts…"
But what hurt her was not her hand, but…it felt as though a piece of flesh had been gouged out alive.
Hurt, really hurt...
She had lost someone who was very kind to her, someone who would act spoiled with her, someone who deeply adored her!
She didn't understand love, but she wasn't without feelings. She knew the affection Shujun had for her, she could feel it!
But from then on, there would no longer be someone like him in the world, no one like Shujun who would pester her, who would stick to her, who would worry if she wasn't happy, who would comfort her when she was troubled, who would hold her, who would…give her so much warmth, warming her cold soul...
Yixuan was a bit at a loss. He held her hand and blew on it gently.
