Shangguan Xiu could no longer recall how he had managed to survive these past two years.
Without her, without An Xiaomian, he felt as though he was not truly alive anymore. His body hadn't died simply because he hadn't found her yet and couldn't bear the thought of dying without her.
Otherwise, he would have long ago been unable to bear the days without her, would have long since ceased to live.
But to die, one needs to die with understanding, doesn't one?
He closed his eyes in pain, suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fists, lowered his head, and obsessively stared at the several photos of her he had secretly taken on his phone.
Looking at the images of her on his phone, he sank back into his addiction.
"An Xiaomian, when will you finally appear before me? Do you know I'm almost being tortured to death by you, huh?" His words were filled with sorrow, yet his tone remained arrogantly overbearing.
