Ye Fan hardly listened to Zhuo Junwu's words of comfort; he forlornly put down the phone, his whole body weakly leaning against the back of the sofa.
The Pangu Mystic Realm is so vast, more than ten thousand times the surface area of Earth. How should he search for her?
He painfully grasped his hair with both hands, yet the moments he once shared with Li Zhaojun continuously replayed like a film in his mind.
"Remember, although we have our marriage certificate, still! You live your life, I'll live mine, we won't interfere with each other."
"I completely agree with this suggestion."
At the beginning, they couldn't stand each other and refused to accept a loveless marriage.
"Ye Fan, the impression you give me is terrible: lazy, impetuous, superficial, immature, rash! I hope you don't give me any worse impressions!..."
Once, she had deep misunderstandings about him.
