Shi Che sat on the sofa, silent until Ling Chuxia opened the door and pinned him with those resolute, merciless eyes. Only then did he slowly lift his gaze.
The woman before him seemed so delicate; just a moment ago she had been lying in his arms, his embrace holding her soft body, feeling as though he held his entire world.
But even with its beauty, it was merely a burst of fireworks, brilliant for an instant.
Shi Che rose with movements that were somewhat stiff and sluggish, as if every motion was captured in still frame. He walked towards Ling Chuxia step by step, as if each one led him deeper into despair.
Yet, in the end, he was not willing to easily walk out of her world. Shi Che's footsteps halted just one step away from Ling Chuxia.
Ling Chuxia's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking that Shi Che was having second thoughts and preparing to say something, but Shi Che spoke first. His thin lips parted lightly, articulating word by word with a voice low and slightly hoarse.
