Winter passes, and spring arrives.
It seems like overnight, Yanzhou City is brimming with the vitality of spring. The garden of the old mansion is the most conspicuous, with several kinds of flowers blooming eagerly, competing for beauty.
However, such scenery cannot lift Zhixi's spirits even a little.
As time passes day by day, there is still no news of He Jingyao. The firm belief she once held finally begins to show tiny cracks.
Whenever she thinks of the worst possibility, she struggles to breathe. Even though she can distract herself during the day, at night, in the middle of her dreams, tears uncontrollably soak her pillow.
Only at this moment does Zhixi realize what that explosion meant for He Jingyao back then. Moreover, at that time, her death was nearly certain.
How did he endure it back then?
If the same pain were placed on her... even just imagining it fills her with unbearable sorrow.
