Yu Shengan turned the box inside out, flipped the black bag over, and tore all the foam into shreds, but still couldn't find what he wanted.
"What use are these to me? What use are these useless things?"
Having found nothing, Yu Shengan hurled the gemstones, box, and bag away together. Like a caged beast driven mad, he kicked the shredded foam everywhere.
After venting for a long while, he slumped down helplessly, staring blankly at the gemstones scattered across the floor. His eyes slowly reddened again.
Stored a month ago—could it be that you really had... already...
Could it be that, at that time, you had already foreseen that you would...
"Why? Why didn't you tell me the truth? Why didn't you tell me what really happened?"
"I don't want your so-called 'doing it for my own good.' I only wanted to stay by your side and get through your hardest days with you, to walk that road with you. Why did you have to be so selfish, so selfishly make decisions for me?"
"You were so kind. Why did it have to be you? Why did you have to get this illness? Why couldn't it have been someone else?"
"You're still so young. How could you have gotten such a serious illness?"
Yu Shengan clutched a ruby tightly in his hand and lay in the chaotic heap of foam. Staring into empty space, he felt tears slide from the corners of his eyes into his temples.
His mind was filled with images of Su Qiao suffering as she waited for death alone behind his back, gritting her teeth and enduring the torment of her illness alone, yet still smiling at him as though nothing was wrong.
How much pain must she have been in then? She was still