Listening to Xia Wanwan's words, Xi Muchen felt as if a great stone had lodged itself in his chest, enveloping him in a thick, oppressive gloom.
His girl had suffered so much while he was away. It was clear, even without saying, that the car accident had rendered her unable to dance ever again.
For many years now, Xia Wanwan had refused to speak of the incident from five years ago; that heavy, rain-soaked night was an eternal void in her memory, one she never wished to revisit. She still remembered the excruciating pain in her legs while she lay unconscious.
