Once the seed of doubt is planted in the heart, how quickly it will grow and whether it will bear fruit, no one can predict!
A lost flight, if it encounters dense fog, may either successfully navigate through or end in disaster—likewise, no one can foresee it!
There, Hua Yunliang left like a gust of wind. Bei Lingfeng sat under the dim tungsten light, quietly watching his departing figure, his heart tangled and complex with feelings of reluctance, endurance, stubbornness, repression, anger, and an uncontrollable breach of trust.
It was because of the person they each loved that they found themselves in an awkward and difficult dilemma, which then shook the trust between them.
And this, precisely, was what he found unbearable!
Hence, the cold wind of the dark night felt even more desolate and unbearable, its icy sensation like a sharp icicle penetrating deep into the marrow, seemingly causing all the body hairs to dance wildly in the darkness.
