Gong Beiyao's body trembled uncontrollably.
She spoke a lot, words that for him were experiences he'd never imagined, never dared to believe.
Back then, she threw him aside, said harsh words, while he chased after her, tumbling down the stairs, calling her name desperately, begging her to stay. She never did, and that memory was his nightmare.
But compared to her experiences, what did that matter?
Gong Beiyao felt his eyes warm, as he held her tightly, wanting to convey his strength to her.
But he was always too far, too far away from the most helpless and sorrowful her.
He should have been by her side, in her most dangerous moments, in her most vulnerable times, in her most painful experiences, when she was struggling, resiliently resisting the world's hostility against her, fighting against fate, he should have been with her...
But he was actually the furthest away from her.
