Then what else does she have to support her to keep striving, to search for that elusive hope, as the beliefs deep in her heart shatter like icebergs, collapsing bit by bit.
Feeling so tired, she felt powerless to continue alone!
In the end, no matter how reluctant, she had to admit her weakness and incompetence.
So, she became even more sorrowful.
"Do you really want to go that much?" An unavoidable voice came from above, stripping away the cold facade, revealing subtle care and tenderness that couldn't be suppressed.
Yiyi felt her face gently lifted, and through her tear-blurred vision, she saw Ling Kong's indistinct face. She couldn't see his expression, but felt his lips moving, speaking words that were like golden threads of sunlight tearing through a cloudy sky, allowing her to see that single hope once more in despair.
"I want to go." She opened her trembling mouth.
