If he was alive, why didn't he contact her? Why didn't he give her any updates? Why did he leave her in such despair?
Why?
Why?
Facing those eyes that were eternally affectionate, so many blame accusations, so much hatred, yet Ye Ranran could not speak them out loud.
No amount of resentment, or dissatisfaction, could ever rival the longing she felt for him.
He was still alive, standing alive right in front of her, wasn't this what she yearned for?
Two lines of clear tears slipped from Ye Ranran's eyes.
Ye Ranran, who had never wept since Jun Mochan's accident, cried.
She slowly squatted down, hugging herself, like a child, crying uncontrollably.
The smile disappeared from Jun Mochan's face, replaced by panic.
"Ranran, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay." Jun Mochan hastily comforted her.
"Bastard." Ye Ranran buried her head in her knees, her voice hoarse with accusation: "Do you know how worried I was for you? I thought you…..I thought you..."