For the rest of his life, he had cried for her, and he had been proud of her.
Although he could not see her, he was satisfied to be able to live near her and hear what had happened to her every day.
After a long time of crying and darkness, Feng Mingyu's eyes had not yet been swollen. He propped up his arm to block the dazzling light. The moment his arm fell, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
The figure in the distant cluster of flowers was so familiar.
She sat on the grass in shabby clothes. Her messy curly hair was covered with weeds and mud. The sun shone on her thin little face, but it could not dispel the bloodless paleness and cold teardrops on her face.
Her originally pure eyes were dull, and she just looked into the distance as if she was waiting for something.
She
