Sheng Shi thought of this, raised his hand, and fiercely grasped his own hair. His head hung heavily, and no one could see the expression on his face at that moment, just how much he yearned for death.
Yes, yearned for death.
What the most painful yearning for death looked like in history, was just like Sheng Shi at this moment, watching as things reached an irreversible state, yet being utterly powerless.
"You all can have what you want, while I, cannot love the person I adore, cannot do the things I want to do, I can only watch as the desires in the depths of my heart force me to forget them bitterly."
"I thought the things that belonged to me, in the end, never actually belonged to me."
"In my whole life, I have never once lived for myself."
"And you all can effortlessly live lives to your own satisfaction... My mom doesn't want me; Shi'er doesn't want me either, nobody wants me..."
