She hurried over to support him.
He gently pushed her away, refusing her aid.
It was because it wasn't a hysterical rejection but rather a gentle, soft one that it pained her even more.
"I can't be cured," said Gong Beiyao with a sneer at the corner of his lips, "I know I will always be blind. I don't want to be blind, but I have no choice but to accept the darkness."
He continued calmly and helplessly, "I'm utterly sick of this calm, but I have no choice but to adapt..."
His eyes were empty, his voice just as hollow, like the wind brushing past her ear, scattering into the air and leaving only a slight chill behind.
Sheng Qianxia's tears fell, she wanted to write on his back, yet didn't know what to write.
She wanted to reach out and hug him, but realized that her current status didn't allow her to embrace him.
After a moment's thought, she walked over to the piano and sat down.
She played a piece...
