But deep down, he longed to take a look. Perhaps among all those comments, there would be one short message that belonged to her, carrying her warmth and making his entire world instantly bloom with flowers.
He tried to clasp his right hand tightly with his left, restraining himself, but that tempting voice continued to torment him. His heart was suffering as if it were being scorched in raging flames.
In the end, he still couldn't hold back and lowered his head.
Yet the world was indeed still like this toward him. It had never shown him the slightest mercy—not even once.
Perhaps he truly was an unlucky person. Otherwise, why had Heaven never genuinely favored him even once?
His heart sank to rock bottom, plummeting all the way into the abyss beneath the sea, as if sunlight could never reach him again—not even the faintest ray.
He tried desperately not to cry, not to embarrass himself, but in the end, his eyes gradually grew moist.
He stared straight at the camera, his eyes shining with anticipation and longing, sorrow staining every one of his long eyelashes.
Sis, only by walking the paths you walked, eating the food you ate, buying the bags you liked, using my eyes and heart to experience the scenery you told me about, and breathing the fresh air you mentioned can I feel that I'm still alive.
I've always wanted to hold you properly, but before I had the chance to embrace you, you had already vanished from my world. I'm so lost—do you know that? Can you feel it?
Yu Shengan covered his chest and bravely spoke aloud, for the first time, the words he had kept buried deep in his heart.
I was too timid. I wasn't brave enough. I wanted to hold