Qin Feimo was silent for a few seconds. "What does it matter if I hate her? Qianqian won't come back."
"So how are you doing now?"
Staring at him, Qin Feimo pondered deeply for a while before answering, "Quite alright, I guess. Haven't they said, 'Time is the best healer'?"
The best healer cannot cure the deepest pain in the heart or the most powerless regrets.
Time, the best healer?
Sijue believed it least of all.
His parents had died a long time ago, yet that shocking scene was deeply etched in his mind, unaffected by the passage of time.
"Have you fallen in love with that girl?"
Sijue looked down, not responding to the question.
"Stop wasting your effort. You know very well if that girl really fell into the sea, it's impossible she's still alive."
Sijue was stunned, looking up into Qin Feimo's pitch-black pupils.
He was very aware that even though it was autumn, the sea water was cold and bone-chilling; Gu Qiangwei's chances of survival were almost zero.
