When Zhan Qipei said, "I thought about it a few years ago," Qiao Jing had already quietly approached the yacht.
Looking at his cold and emotionless profile, hearing him say such hopeless words, a sudden sense of desolation surged in Qiao Jing's heart.
This inexplicable sadness filled her chest, making her whole being feel suppressed.
Perhaps it was because she sympathized with this man's plight that she felt such sorrow and grief?
After hearing Zhan Qipei's words, Lu Zijiao was at a loss for words.
After the incident with Qiao Jing, everyone close to Zhan Qipei was well aware of his intense suffering.
He scratched the back of his head, taking quite a while before speaking, "You've probably heard enough comforting words over the years, like she's definitely still alive, she will come back. If I say it again, I guess you can't bear to hear it."
Zhan Qipei suddenly turned his gaze to the sea, his voice deep and distant, "Perhaps she will never come back..."
