Someone Cares, Someone Loves

An inexplicable cold breeze swept into his chest, leaving his heart hollow and bewildered.

He began to reflect on himself.

Is this the life he truly desires? He didn't know. In fact, he had never even considered this question before. He lived like a cold-blooded creature, following the laws of the jungle, with his life devoid of any colors. Life should be filled with fireworks, full of colors, warmth, and each day should be rich and passionate.

But he couldn't feel any of that; his heart was cold, his blood was cold. Yet, there was a time when he had a vibrant, passionate heart.

When did it disappear?

...

Late at night.

Zhou Mo couldn't sleep. Han Chen coldly said one word: busy. And then, there was no further communication. Zhou Mo thought Han Chen would message her after finishing his task. At the very least, he should have asked: "What did you want when you contacted me just now?"