Xirong Ziye looked at the prick on his finger as blood oozed out of it. He should have been in pain, but he merely looked at it, not feeling anything from it at all. Instead, he even thought that he deserved it.
It was as though that bright red substance could make his heart feel slightly better.
He wondered if Yaoyao had also pricked her finger back then. Did she feel any pain during that time? Compared to the misery in his heart, this pain was nothing.
Xirong Ziye wanted to understand what Bai Yaoyao felt back then, but it shattered his heart in the end. That feeling was so strong that he couldn't even ignore it even if he wanted to.
Moreover, he couldn't fall asleep at all. He was always waiting for her news. He was afraid that if they located Bai Yaoyao, it would be too late—she would have already found someone else. He imagined her smiling beside another man, and that thought caused his head to throb immensely.
