Volume 4: The Fragile Dream Shatters, Chapter 42: Riot (4)

At that moment, Yu Sifeng felt as if there were knives chaotically stirring in his chest, causing him such pain that cold sweat drenched his forehead. A thick, sweet metallic taste rose in his throat, but he suppressed it with all his might. A sense of desolate confusion had taken hold of his heart, starting from the moment he let go of Xuanji's hand.

He had told himself that he would never regret his decision, no matter what. But perhaps there had still been a glimmer of hope within him: Maybe... maybe she wouldn't care even after knowing the truth; maybe she would just laugh it off and say it was nothing serious. He had even thought about finding the right moment to confess everything, and no matter whether she could accept it or not, it did not matter to him since he was a loner with nothing to lose.

But imagination is just that, imagination. Once reality set in, he found that he didn't even have the courage to look back.