Without Huang qingwu in his sight, han yichu felt like she had lost her soul. She could not even lift her spirits.
His heart ached.
His heart felt empty without Huang qingwu.
Only by holding her and feeling her breath could his heart come back to life.
The feeling of his heart coming back to life was really good.
He knew that Huang qingwu might have really forgotten about him.
He felt that this was too cruel and his heart hurt too much.
However, he couldn't bear to blame qingwu. He could only blame himself.
If only he had cherished qingwu back then, if only he had loved her back then, if only he had understood what she was thinking, if he had known what she wanted, if only he had discovered the love in his heart earlier, he would not have lost her.
Han yichu had been blaming herself all this time.
He was still waiting for news.
