Wen Nuan's heart was burning like a fire. She sat alone on the bench, waiting. She relied on her memories of their past happiness to endure her despair. *Feimo must be okay. He has to be...* If something happened to Feimo, she would never be at peace. She was afraid that she wouldn't live long either.
She recalled their past happiness alone, closing her eyes and refusing to listen to anything. She didn't even hear Cheng Anya talking to her. Cheng Anya called out a few times, but Wen Nuan didn't react. Ye Sanshao held her and shook his head, and Cheng Anya finally stopped talking.
Waiting was agonizing.
Especially waiting for an unknown outcome of life and death. It was even more agonizing.
It was like a knife constantly grinding in your heart, grinding and grinding, refusing to give you a quick stab. This feeling was incredibly desolate and desperate. But the person waiting couldn't do anything. All they could do was wait, and wait some more.
