Rong Jin was holding a pen in his hand, and because he used too much force, the pen broke.
He had read the letter left behind by Shui Qianqian countless times, and he wished he could poke a hole in it.
He didn't know why, but ever since Shui Qianqian didn't return last night, Rong Jin's heart felt empty, as if he couldn't grasp anything.
He didn't know where she had gone, and he didn't know how she was feeling.
Every time he thought of the way she looked at him and the words she had questioned him with, Rong Jin felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.
Rong Jin's ink-like eyes had a deep meaning. No one dared to guess his feelings at this moment.
After a long while, Rong Mo closed his eyes and rubbed the space between his brows. He had not slept for the entire night, and now that he had not found Shui Qianqian, his mood was getting worse.
This kind of irritation was almost uncontrollable.
