In this world, there is indeed no power capable of separating them.
No matter where they might be, as long as they hold onto hope and faith, they can defy the shackles of time and space and once again hold each other's hands.
Ye Wanlan didn't speak again; she simply held Si Fqing quietly, listening to her soft sobs.
Emotions need to be fully vented, or else they might harm the body.
Ye Wanlan knows perfectly well that Si Fqing is a very strong person, one who would not make a sound even in the face of pain and hardship.
Even when she was very young, Si Fqing always looked at the world with her beautiful fox-like eyes in vigilance, never bowing her head in surrender.
Yet at this moment, she's crying like a little beast who, after being away from home for so long, has finally returned.
When there was no home, she could only curl up in loneliness, licking her own wounds by herself.
Ye Wanlan's heart trembled softly, filled with bitterness.
