The next day, early in the morning.
When Chen Hao woke up, he was overwhelmed by a single feeling, numbness.
He felt that everything, including his body and his breath, belonged to him except for his soul.
Last night, everything seemed unreal to him, as if it were all just a dream. Yet, even under the numbing hypnosis of that dreamlike state, the pain in his heart was still distinctively sharp.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Chen Hao managed to squeeze out an incredibly stiff smile in front of the mirror. He told himself that only by fleeing could he live a numb life. If he were sober, he would realize that there was no meaning or reason to keep on living.
Since his grandfather passed away, Ye Yuqiao had become the last haven and home in his heart. Now that Ye Yuqiao's heart no longer belonged to him, he could only escape this fact and deceive himself that none of it was real.