Yang Yi recalled that one night, the jumble of consciousness and confusion, as if he was moving back and forth between heaven and hell, he desperately longed for Meng Xiao.
Each time he lost himself in confusion, he always felt Meng Xiao was just behind him, but every time he turned to embrace her, she wasn't there.
"Whenever I think of Meng Xiao, I lose strength." Drugs control his body, yet there has to be some reaction.
Meng Xiao controls his heart, helping him to avoid mistakes.
Yang Yi was aggrieved, his voice choked with tears, "Dad, Meng Xiao doesn't want me anymore, I called her and begged her to save me, but she called me shameless... I begged her so much, but she still didn't come."
A nearly six-foot-tall man, taught all these years to shed blood and sweat but not tears, was now weeping in front of his father, a mess. All his helplessness towards Meng Xiao exploded at this moment.