Whenever a person had the most longing, it was when they were free, especially in the dead of night.
It was quiet at night. Luo Shumo was sleeping alone in her bed, and it was dark everywhere.
She had always thought that she was very strong. She had been alone for so many years, and her life had been very good. How could she bear it now?
As long as he was free, he would miss him. At night, he would miss him like the tide had drowned him out.
Luo Shumo was stuck in a quagmire, unable to struggle free. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape. She felt helpless and powerless.
Tears of longing rolled down her face. Every night, she would sleep with tears. She really wanted to be strong, but no matter what, she couldn't do it.