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It broke Cheng Anya's heart.

She tightly hugged Ye Chen's head and embraced him. It seemed to be the only way to accompany Ye Chen who had lost all hope and console his hurting soul. All words became excessive nothings.

What should he do? What should they do?

For the first time, Cheng Anya felt that it was possible for the heart to ache until the pain rowed into the bones.

She wanted to cry, to laugh, to yell… But neither tears nor laughter came out… Everything was stuck in the throat in excruciating pain.

She thought that she had been very happy, but that was all an illusion.

Happiness could be this far away!

The cold moonlight poured on the floor as they quietly hugged each other, painting a pitiful scene.

How damn campy it got!