Chapitre 73: A Will to Live (1)

What was the point of living when you don't have a single ounce of reason to stay alive? 

Li Chuntao left the penthouse in a hurry and took the car with her. She drove mindlessly, not knowing where she was going. She ignored the fact that her forehead was bleeding and the shards from the broken vanity had pierced her arms and legs. 

When her tears had run dry and she couldn't cry anymore, the pain seemed to intensify inside of her. All she could feel was sadness, every other emotion pushed out from her being. The love, the light and the laughter were replaced with an aching hollowness.

Sometimes the pain crushes you- it leaves one incapable of everything. It leaves a person broken- in and out. The tears won't roll, and the screams won't escape past her quivering lips.