She looked down at the photos scattered on the ground, torn apart by herself, "She's already like this, what if she becomes a vegetable? How to pursue, how to pursue, she still won, she still won..."
Gu Rang's hand, which was clasping Wen Zhi's shoulder, fell limply.
These past few days, he had been worried and anxious, but he had never felt as powerless as he did at this moment.
That night, Wen Zhi did not sleep again.
She sat quietly holding the urn until dawn.
Early in the morning, Shang Hexing came by once, he squatted beside Wen Zhi for a while, then reached out to embrace her as usual.
These days, Wen Zhi had resisted everyone's approach, and he was no exception. When she was awake, he could hardly get close to her, only when she fell asleep due to sleeping pills did he have the chance to stay by her side and touch her.
He wanted to try again, even though he knew he would be coldly avoided by her the next moment.
