Wen Nuoxin felt like her heart was on fire, sitting alone on the bench waiting, leaning on the memories of past happiness to sustain her through the present despair. Feimo must be okay, he just must... If something happened to Feimo, she would never find peace in her life, she feared she wouldn't live much longer.
She reminisced the past happiness alone, eyes closed, refusing to listen to any sound, not even hearing Cheng Anya talking to her. Cheng Anya called her several times, but Wen Nuoxin had no reaction, Third Young Master Ye pulled her away and shook his head, and then Cheng Anya stopped talking.
Waiting is torture.
Especially waiting for an unknown outcome of life and death, is even more torturous.
It's as if a knife is constantly grinding at your heart, incessantly, refusing to mercifully deal the final blow. This feeling of intense desolation and despair, but those who wait can do nothing but wait, and wait some more.
