Sometimes, when his heart hurt unbearably, Muo Huangnian couldn't help but think faintly that, in truth, the days of power and control... weren't as good as he had imagined. At least, he didn't feel they were.
Often, in countless sleepless nights, drinking alone, he even wished he could return to the past.
Back to those moments, day and night, when Qin Manman clung to him, when she urged him to marry her, when they were together.
Why was it like this? At first, he couldn't figure it out. He was standing at the peak—so why didn't he feel happiness when everything listened to him?
Gradually, he thought, maybe it really was... because that chirping, chatty woman was no longer by his side. He... felt lonely; even the air was cold.
"Brother Muo, what's wrong?" A delicate, pale hand waved before his eyes, and the girl's perplexed and worried voice pulled him back to reality. "Are you okay?"
