Wound in Heart 1

When they finally returned, there was bad news that had already been waiting for them.

No, it's not just bad news, but very, very devastating news.

It was mid autumn, and the leaves had fallen down the trees, leaving only scattered bushes which made sunlight pierce through them easily. The ground was littered in dry, brownish red leaves and the smell of winter was approaching.

It had been nearly a year since that day.

Mo Yujian stood in front of the lone grave, his figure stood straight yet seemingly as if he would sway at any moment.

Hai Feng stood less than five meters away from him. He had long since had his spirit broken. His whole being withered like a shrunken and dried flower, bullied by the harsh weather and wind. Tears gushed out of his eyes in an unstoppable stream, but he didn't dare to let out any sound at all.

Because the man in front of him hadn't made any sound since then.