Han yichu's hands were clenched into tight fists, and the veins on his hands were bulging.
No one knew what he was feeling these days.
The dark emotions in his heart kept growing. Even if he had to find a needle in a haystack, he had to find qingwu.
Han yichu's heart was in pain, and because of this emotion, his limbs and bones were in pain.
Whether it was during the day or when he was sleeping, his mind was filled with Huang qingwu's figure, memories of the past, and everything in reality.
Every little thing that happened between him and qingwu was clearly displayed in his mind. Sometimes, he even had the illusion that he was seeing things.
However, no matter what the situation was, he knew one thing. He loved qingwu. He loved her very very much.
How could he not love the person he loved with his life in the past?
Moreover, he knew that he had hurt her in reality.
However, he couldn't find anyone to make up for it.
No one knew what he was feeling.
