Xiao Yu felt empty inside.
He turned his wheelchair towards the open window and looked up into the night sky. The hollow pain in his heart was not a sudden, life-threatening dull pain, nor was it heart-wrenching tearing. It was like being poisoned slowly; his heart was gradually consumed and submerged. Powerless to struggle, he let the aching soreness, with the passage of time, infiltrate every part of his body.
Hurt pierces the flesh, pain by three parts.
Hurt pierces the bone, pain by seven parts.
Hurt pierces the heart...
"Miaoyan sister!"
Su Miaoyan's sweet and sticky voice rang out as she suddenly appeared at Xiao Yu's window, even climbing through it.
"Be careful!"
As she almost fell to the ground, Xiao Yu quickly moved to catch her.
Su Miaoyan poked her head out from his embrace, her small face dirty but smiling like a warm, soft cat, "I'm fine brother Yu, I know you care about me!"
