Han yichu kept calling qingwu's name, but no sound came out of his throat. His steps felt like they were made of lead.
Had his qingwu really forgotten about him? How could he accept this? how could he accept this?
His heart ached so much that he couldn't even breathe, let alone speak.
His body was perfectly fine, but because of the shock, his eyes began to turn black and he felt dizzy.
But the pain forced him to calm down.
Han yichu took two deep breaths with a lot of strength, and then quickly caught up with Huang qingwu.
He grabbed qingwu's hand and held it tightly, as if he was using all his strength. He said in a hoarse voice,""Qingwu!"
Huang qingwu was about to go to the dining room for breakfast, but someone suddenly grabbed her hand.
When Huang qingwu heard such a low, hoarse, and painful voice, she was slightly stunned and turned her head to look.
She realized that it was the exceptionally good-looking man who had grabbed her hand.
