She laughed somewhat sarcastically, then closed the webpage, silently sat in the chair, looked up, and took deep gulps of air, but why did she even feel heartache when she breathed?
Tears involuntarily slid down the corner of her eye. She thought that leaving would stop the longing, she thought that not seeing would mean no more missing, but unexpectedly, the more she couldn't see him, the more she missed him.
Before, she thought everyone in life would experience a few heartbreaks. Everyone was still young, and life was more than just about love; there were many other things to do, but even when doing other things not thinking about him, as soon as she paused, endless longing would arise.
