357 (midnight)

Song Shiqin walked to the bedside and sat down, looking at the familiar face and let out a gentle sigh. He took Chu Jin's hand and said in a heavy tone, "…what am I to do with you?"

These days, he had been completely unable to find any news about her.

He had utilized all of his connections, yet came up with nothing.

It was as if she had evaporated from the world, vanishing without a trace.

They say no news is good news, but at the same time, isn't no news also the worst news?

Still, he didn't want to face the facts, nor was he willing to do so.

He did not want to be indebted to her for a lifetime either.

So, even though he knew the person in front of him was not the one in his heart, he still preferred to live in this illusion.

At least—

She had a face, similar to hers.

At least—

She could make his life a little less regretful.

With that, it was enough.