Expressionless, it's not the absence of sorrow. The repeated experiences of despair and pain leave fine cracks on the soul until one day it suddenly shatters. Only then do those around him notice, was he really this fragile?
People grow stronger as they mature, yet gradually lose their original selves. Fate desires to find the weakest Gao Ming, naturally awakening the original color of Gao Ming.
His arms could exert no more strength, the cries in his heart made Gao Ming stop. To kill Fate, he extinguished himself through repeated deaths, paying an unimaginable price. But when it required Liu Yi's death as the cost, his heart, the real Gao Ming, couldn't bring himself to do it.
"If Liu Yi's illness is cured, I will cease to exist; if Liu Yi remains trapped in illness, our connection will grow deeper, and Fate can likewise find my true name through her. This is a dead end."
Releasing his grip, Gao Ming sat on the other side of the bed, and the room fell silent.
