Gu Ningyi looked at her with surprise all over her face, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he spoke without any emotion, "Yes, I'm here every day, living in a drunken stupor."
He escaped the plane crash, but he couldn't escape the torment of love.
He had indeed boarded the plane, but as he sat in his seat and turned to look out the window, he vaguely saw that familiar figure running toward him, and he couldn't help but run down.
Unfortunately... it was just an illusion. The girl he was waiting for still didn't come, choosing to leave him.
He took the next flight to the United States, and after checking into a hotel, he was trapped in extreme pain, unable to extricate himself, and could only numb himself with alcohol every day.
He really thought he could let go gracefully, that he could live his life well, but he hadn't thought... it was too difficult.
Whether his eyes were open or closed, she was everywhere, yet she could no longer belong to him.
