He had sent many people to look for her, but all efforts had proved fruitless.
The plane explosion was severe, many were blown to dust, bodies falling into the sea, leaving nothing to be found.
He knew that under such circumstances, the likelihood of An Ruo's survival was almost zero. But as long as he hadn't seen her body, he wouldn't believe she was dead.
He had a premonition that she must still be alive somewhere. She couldn't be dead, if she were, she would have appeared in his dreams, asking him to take care of their child.
But she had never appeared in his dreams, so he believed she was still alive.
It was this belief that had continually sustained Tang Yuchen, preventing him from collapsing.
Another day had ended,, and the arrival of night, Tang Yuchen's heart once again began to succumb to uncontrollable fear.
He feared the night because it signified the end of a day,, it signaled that finding An Ruo was stretched out for yet another long day.
