The backrest of the chair was as cold as her heart. She slowly sat on the rocking chair which Di Fuyi used to sit in and began to hug the backrest as if she was searching for his odor. It was a certainty that she would encounter another disappointment.
Di Fuyi was once a lively and compelling person, but nothing about him was left in the world when he immortalized. She was the only one who remembered him, and to make matters worse; she could never see him again.
She lied down and looked at the starry sky, fixing her gaze on the biggest star. Slowly, her vision was got blurry, and she realized it was tear forming on her eye when she rubbed it. Coldly, she looked at her hand. She covered her eyes, but the tears still penetrated the gaps between her fingers.
Being arrogant and independent, Gu Xijiu was used to sobbing quietly when she had to cry. The tears were overflowing this time, just like the disappointment in her heart.
