Wen Zao's lips trembled fiercely, seemingly feeling that every breath was bitter.
In a paradise without him, she was lonely; that's why she couldn't wait to dirty her pristine, magnificent wings and fall into hell to find him.
At this moment, looking at Ye Xixi's bruised and battered appearance, Wen Zao then belatedly realized, how could he be so cruel, professing love, protection, and allegiance to her while simultaneously shattering her heart...
Wen Zao trudged to the bedside, tremblingly grasped Ye Xixi's hand, and pressed it against his face.
The handsome face was filled with emotions of heartache and annoyance. The drooping eyelashes, under the backlight's shadow, gradually revealed a hint of wetness.
He sat there holding her hand for a full five hours without moving, not even blinking.
