While han yichu was lost in his thoughts, there was a knock on the door.
Han yichu's heart skipped a beat. He was a little nervous now, and as soon as there was a sound, he would think it was qingwu.
Even if his subordinates were to report the news, he would still look forward to finding qingwu.
He spent every day in this kind of torment. It was painful and helpless, and he couldn't find an outlet to vent his love.
He was filled with love for qingwu, but he couldn't convey it to her. He couldn't let her know, so he could only feel heartache and torture himself.
Han yichu had been waiting for qingwu's news for the past few days.
During the day, he would go out to look for qingwu. He would walk through the places they had been to and try to find her in the crowd, but he did not. Not even once.
As he walked through the crowd, he couldn't help but think back to the times he had spent with qingwu.
