Jih Heng's lips curled into a smile, his amber eyes twinkling with endless frivolity, yet in his heart, during these spring days warm enough to awaken the earth, it turned to ice.
His father was dead. If he hadn't asked Situ Jiuyue to try and save Jih Minghan, Jih Minghan could have lived another year. In that year, perhaps there would have been another chance at life. But because he chose to try, he forced Jih Minghan to take that risk, and so Jih Minghan died, perishing in the lively night of this spring, without Jih Heng shedding a single tear.
Maybe he truly was heartless, as cruel and indifferent as the rumors claimed, which is why he could remain unmoved by his own father's death. But Jih Heng felt as though a huge rift had been torn in his heart, with fierce wind howling in from outside, leaving him utterly empty.
