"Yes, I've also made the greatest effort, I... I really can't anymore..." Ji Yun eventually choked up, unable to utter another word.
A dead end.
It's like a time cage of my own.
God has imprisoned me in this day, just to have me cycle through endless agony!
In the end, it's just an illusion.
The me on the operating table, has long since died.
Like an old lamp unplugged from the power source, it doesn't extinguish immediately but slowly dims in the lingering glow.
All this is just the lingering neural afterglow of my dying brain, constantly repeating this day in my memory.
Nan Mengqian looked at the young man curled up in the recliner, sobbing, and for a moment didn't know how to comfort him or how to rebuild his faith.
He was more desperate than his younger self, desperate enough to endure such torment over and over again...
