His voice was very soft, almost devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
But to Qin Shuang, it was as if she was transported into another world with his gentle voice.
She seemed to see the happiness, expectancy, and longing in the girl's smile, the heart-wrenching agony of despair, her firm determination, and then the day after day of torment. She gradually began to waver, to doubt herself. She was just a girl in the prime of her youth, but it was as if she had completely lost her future. The memory of her lover grew increasingly vague, so much so that later she could not even remember his face. Yet the child grew day by day. Her impulsive decision had plunged her into an abyss of uncertainty.
Qin Shuang's eyes seemed to have followed the girl through her long and complicated journey over the past year, and now they stood at a crossroads.
To abandon the child and start anew, to pick him up and continue this complex life.
A life too heavy for her to bear.