Jiang Li couldn't help but slowly squat down, covering her face as she began to weep.
Her crying was very restrained, more like someone lost who couldn't find their way, bewildered, and fearful that others might see her fragility, sobbing softly. In recent days, facing others, her light smile was as usual, appearing as though nothing weighed on her heart, that she could move forward without Jih Heng, yet today this cruel beautiful dream completely shattered. She couldn't pretend anymore, no matter how much she might try, there would be a day when she would become tired. Especially living here, where memories lurked in every corner, where his shadow was in everything, how could she act as if nothing mattered? She was no deity, nor was she heartless.
