8.80 Follow Me*

Lu Yizhou's heart felt like it had plunged straight into an ice cellar, so cold that he sucked in a painful breath. There was nothing more agonizing than looking into those eyes he was so familiar with, only to see nothing but alienation and estrangement. That was why Lu Yizhou worked so hard to gather his lover's consciousness. Just so that he could see those eyes lit up with smiles once they landed on him. 

For a moment, he could not breathe. Not even the fervent fans and roof-breaking screams could move him. He truly resembled an ice statue as he stood there. They were clearly separated by less than twenty meters yet somehow, Lu Yizhou felt as though there was a rift he could not get through. 

How…?