"Lian Qiao, what time is it now?"
A pang of pain flashed across her face. Lian Qiao's eyes deepened and she clenched his hand. Her lips curved into a smile, revealing the sweetest and most beautiful expression on her face.
"Nine fifteen."
Upon hearing this, Xing Liehuo unexpectedly smiled with indifference, "Oh, is it? I thought it was still dark out."
"It's okay, it will get better in a while."
During this time, his periodic episodes of blindness had occurred more than once. She hoped that, like before, it would improve after a little while.
Frowning, Zhou Yi reached out to touch her body. He spread his arms to pull her into his embrace, then hugged her tightly, burying his head in the nape of her neck.
"Lian Qiao, my world... it won't brighten up again..."
Her heart ached.
In that moment, Lian Qiao heard the sound of her own heartstrings snapping, an agony that nearly stopped her breath like a blade twisting inside her.