The night grew denser, and with it came a pitter-patter of drizzle.
The pain throughout his body turned into tangible fatigue and a tedious ache that stimulated his brain nerves, throbbing at the temples.
Yu Yanshen stood at the window, looking at the gradually receding car shadows downstairs, feeling an indescribable emptiness.
Yao Qing hadn't done anything to make him uncomfortable or anything else, but in the few words they exchanged, he could hear a lot.
For instance, her mind seemed to be completely off him now; she wanted to become a better person.
This was not a bad thing, but he couldn't help but extend his thoughts further.
Could it be that because her feelings for him weren't as fervent and pure anymore, she had the capacity to accept other things in her life?
He knew Yao Qing couldn't possibly just revolve around him.
However, his damned possessiveness had been swelling like a sponge soaked in water, becoming more and more clamorous.
