He gave a bitter laugh, his voice more dejected than ever. A lost look filled his eyes, as if he could no longer find a reason to stay by her side.
Sang Luo frowned. "Why did you put away the photos?"
"When I look at them, I can't help but miss you. It makes me want to go find you."p>
"So, you want to leave me?"
"I..." He fell silent. "I can't help you with anything anymore."
She was his motivation to grow stronger and seize power. For years, he had done everything he could to follow in her footsteps, desperate for the right to stand by her side. But now he was stalled, unable to catch up to her.
His existence felt dispensable. Day and night, he was trapped in anxiety and self-doubt, able to do nothing but throw all his energy into other matters.
He craved her wondrous presence, but didn't dare allow himself to ask for too much. Just watching her from a distance was enough.
'If there is no hope, there can be no disappointment.'
