Chapter 88 Sick

The first line was unexpectedly pleasant to the ear, making Lin Wanzhou subconsciously hold her breath.

"...Pride often drags one along, turning love into a twisted journey... It's more awkward than losing."

The following lines immediately made Lin Wanzhou's breathing quicken; such lyrics and melody, absolutely absolutely were not some leftover songs.

The depiction in the lyrics was so evocative it sent shivers down one's spine.

They perfectly portrayed the longing and awkwardness in the heart of someone who had lost love, a person tormented by memories, even more pitiful than a dog when emotions took over.

Inescapable memories chased after her in the deep of an unpeopled night. Like a rabid dog, they dashed madly through her tattered heart, wheezing with each gust like an old bellows.

The emotions peaked under the influence of the lyrics, almost suffocatingly repressed.

"What I miss is the ease of conversation."