Loving Someone Wasted Half of His Life Away

Yan Qingsi had never seen a love as intense as the one You Yi harbored toward her mother. It was so deep that she felt the sheer weight of it.

 You Yi turned around and looked at the tombstone. The person on that tombstone still smiles, her gentleness dampening the cruelty of the world.

 The corners of his lips quirked upwards. "There's no particular reason why," he answered. "I love her. That's it. Who can explain love anyway?"

 If anyone could explain the workings of love, then this world would not have so many people going mad from it!

 Yan Qingsi's lips were cracked from the heat. When she spoke, the tiny cracks on her lips split open, like the subtle prick of a needle. "After all these years of waiting, you got the news of her death instead of a happy ending. Will you… regret it?" she asked. "Will you regret looking for her all these years? Or perhaps you will think that if you had never found her, you would still have hope?"