There was an indescribable oppression and regret churning at the bottom of his heart.
If one were to speak of the good times, he and she clearly had them, but he had shattered them with his own hands.
Sheng Shi looked at the messy scraps of paper scattered all over the floor, his eyes swollen with pain. They say men do not easily shed tears, but now, he truly wanted to weep bitterly. Sheng Shi slowly raised his hand, covering his face; his breathing was a bit chaotic, as if it took a great effort to suppress, then he reached out and picked up the last box from inside the case.
After opening this box, it was filled entirely with envelopes in shades of pink, light green, canary yellow, and other colors—all pleasing to the eye. He took one out and saw "Shi'er received" written on the envelope.
The envelopes weren't sealed; he opened one and pulled out the letter inside. The content was simple, expressed in just a few words, yet it truly made his tears flow like rain.
