There is no greater sorrow than a heart that has died!
In a daze, he felt as if his heart had died.
Mark Reed took off his clothes to shower, the water pouring from head to toe could not extinguish the anger burning within him, still ablaze, not fierce but capable of spreading.
All night long, Mark Reed couldn't truly fall asleep.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would see a chubby little face, just as cute as Nian Nian when he was a child.
A very likable child, his child, laughing and jumping, rushing towards him, but when he reached out to hold the child, there was nothing but air.
He felt he was about to go crazy missing the child, this was his self-diagnosis.
He spent his birthday alone but received many messages of blessings; more than one or two people remembered his birthday.
He didn't want to care about the next issues, let her do as she wishes, whether it's saving someone or reuniting with family, none concerned him.
