After the memories ended, Ye Qiyun was already in tears, her face wet with sorrow. Her tears had never stopped, and though the sound of her crying was quiet, her entire being emitted a particularly melancholic aura that made those who looked at her feel heartache.
Her mind was filled with those past fragments, the memories buried for over twenty years erupted like a flood, overwhelming her with immense force, scattering Ye Qiyun's entire soul. Powerlessly, she collapsed to the ground, her tears had soaked a large patch of the carpet before her.
Tang Xun stood a meter away from her, his face sullen, his eyes brimming with unspeakable pain. He was not crying, but his eyes were frighteningly red. He stared at the bowed Ye Qiyun, his hands tightly clenched into fists, his throat rolled slightly, bitterness rising from his throat to his lips.
Is such tragedy man-made or just heaven's mockery?
