Xiang Yimo, drenched to the skin, stood rooted to the spot as the wind and rain lashed at him.
Watching Luo Xuanyu and Zhong Lingling pass by each other, he wanted to speak several times, but the words got stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out.
Because when Zhong Lingling passed by him, her laughter was so grating that it wounded Xiang Yimo's heart deeply.
Could it be that to her, his departure meant nothing at all?
He had thought he was incredibly important to Zhong Lingling, but it turned out he was of so little consequence.
Without him, she still laughed so brightly and cheerfully!
And he, for her sake, had even given up on the immortality and the extraordinary physique that humans longed for.
