Ling Yin gripped the steering wheel tightly, wishing he could treat Hua Hua like the wheel—holding on so tightly, keeping him in his own world, protecting and pampering him, not letting him leave this world to avoid him going back to Gu Shaocheng's world to seek torment.
At the seaside, on top of a cliff, the sound of the surging waves below roared.
"Hua Hua, do you really have to go?"
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and in the pitch-black night, apart from the car's headlights, there was only the flame of the lighter.
Through the swirling smoke, he looked at Hua Hua: "Stay for me, can't you?"
In the darkness, his expression couldn't be seen, but actually, it was full of lost emotions and a control desire he was desperately suppressing from emerging.
