His palm pressed against the ground, tears dripping onto the back of his hand. The dusk sun shone down, enveloping his shoulders. Luo Xiao felt the weight of the world bearing down on him, tearing his heart apart.
He remained kneeling, surrounded by the flow of cars and people who stopped to call him crazy. Luo Xiao stayed silent, bowing his head, wiping his eyes, only to realize his face was already wet with tears.
A few men walked into the hospital, laughing out loud when they saw him like that. "What's a big man crying for? Useless."
Luo Xiao raised his hand, blood marks worn into his palm. Yes, he's useless. Without Tong Ran, what's the point? Is it wrong that he can't let go? Twenty-one years of promises cast aside just like that. Who could understand that kind of pain without experiencing it?
He simply can't let go. He's loved for so many years. Is it wrong to just want to continue loving?
