Lost seemed like the most appropriate word to describe the feeling Zhenyi was feeling right now even though she didn't know about her own feelings. She had no idea about how long she walked or where she walked.
All she knew was that she was looking for a place to put back her broken yet raging heart. A place she didn't know if she would ever find.
Her loss would never let her forget the tragedy fate had inflicted on her.
Her fierce personality had crumbled down all of a sudden, and a melancholic air was surrounding her-- reminding everyone that even an invincible person such as her was just as breakable as her. One just needed to know where to hit.
Standing by the side of the road, her gaze fell on a woman who was laughing and talking to her baby, and a pang of jealousy, and ache rushed through her veins.
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