Her words echoed in his ears, cutting into his heart like a knife.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Qiqi...
You endured so much helplessness and suffering alone, while I kept rubbing salt into your wounds again and again.
Thinking about this, he felt his brain buzzing, his entire being as if plunged into an ice cellar, or immersed in boiling water. At one moment, it felt like a thousand icy needles were piercing his feet, and at another, it felt like the scorching sun was burning his brain, nearly suffocating him.
He tried to recall Xia Xiaonuan's voice and smile, but for a moment, he couldn't remember anything. He was anxious and angry, feeling a splitting pain in his head. He desperately wanted to break some nerve in his brain as long as he could remember her face.
But... at this very moment, he couldn't remember anything.
