Xie Ai stared at the picture in a daze.
He was suddenly envious of his own past self. That guy was so naive and in love that he didn't even notice Yu Chen was slowly climbing to his deathbed, and he was himself the one pushing the man to his fateful death.
A piece of bone seemed to have been stuck to Xie Ai's throat as he stared at the picture before finally lowering his head. He looked at the familiar cat with emerald eyes, staring up at him worriedly.
At this time, Xie Ai finally broke down crying. He fell on his knees as he hugged the cat even tighter.
He couldn't speak a single word.
He couldn't get back to his life back then.
He couldn't become the naive Xie Ai who didn't care about the world and wasn't given such a cruel order by the late Emperor in a fit of anger.
He couldn't get rid of the traces of guilt that ate him alive every single day.
Why…
Why did it have to happen?
Why did they have to separate?