"She will hate you." These four words shattered Ou Jundao's last straw, and he completely collapsed!
His skinny fingers tightly clutched his hair, fingers that once played countless beautiful tunes, fingers that once directed countless top concerts, but now buried by his own obsessions.
"Don't hate me... Don't hate me... Weiyang, Weiyang..." He whimpered like an animal, choking, sobbing, suffering as if falling into the abyss of Hell.
Ji Yebai spoke slowly, "If you have any conscience left, stay in prison for the rest of your life, and don't come out again. Song Weiyang owes you nothing, Ning Xixi even less so!"
He ended the video call, gazing up at the starry sky, deep eyes reflecting the beauty of the heavens.
The stars adorned the sky, the galaxy stretched long, ancient and silent.
...
Two days later.
