Gu Qiangwei did not cease her shouts, but by the end her voice had cracked from exertion, and tears streamed down like a spring unbridled, leaving her unable to weep, finally she lowered her hands.
"But, where are you now... why don't you answer my messages."
The final sentence was choked out.
Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision so she could no longer make out the sea that had swallowed Sijue.
Behind her firmness was merely a show of toughness; she was much more fragile than she thought herself to be.
The January sky, still cold.
Especially by the seaside, where the sea breeze lashes against the face, icy and piercing to the bone.
Seeing the pretend toughness behind her strength, Li Yuan felt a sourness in his heart and, worrying about the baby inside her, had no choice but to speak up, "Qiangwei, let's go back to the hotel first."
