The throbbing pain in Ye Qing's temples almost cracked his head open.
His well-defined face was tense and blood was drained from his face, making it deathly pale.
Looking at the calm and boundless sea, a thin mist filled his eyes and blurred his vision.
In this world, the most suffocating despair was not sharp knives and guns, poverty or disasters… But the one you loved the most making a clean break with you.
At this moment, Ye Qing experienced what making things difficult for oneself felt like, as well as a gnawing pain in his heart!
…
"He's a monster!"
"How can there be such an ugly person in the world?"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"His appearance polluted the water in the fishing village!"
He opened his eyes slowly. Before he could see where he was, countless fists and feet had landed on him.
He was seriously injured and was unable to move his limbs, so he could only be kicked and punched.