Chapter 107 Whose Palm Print Are You In? (3)
Love is a war without victory or defeat! The deeper the love, the more tragic the end becomes!
—But, silly girl, you don't understand!
—Because you've never loved with a carved-in-bone and engraved-in-heart kind of love!
—Because you've never tasted the flavor of solitude!
—Because you've never waited for someone alone through the lonely nights, year after year, for six whole years!
—Because you don't know that behind those perfectly rounded smoke rings is an attempt to dissipate pain!
—Because you've never willingly hidden in the shadow of love, watching the person you love shine brightly for six long years, and then been ruthlessly "abandoned"!
Frozen in awkward dismay, Bei Lingfeng lowered his head slightly, saying nothing.
The dim lights of the bar stretched his figure endlessly, the shadow cast on the stage resembled a slender ghost image, as thin as if it could find no clothes to wear, yet flickering like a candle in the wind, its wavering form exceptionally pitiable.