"Shen Wei, are you really that unattainable? Is my love cursed to no end? Can't I receive just even a little bit of your warmth? Shen Wei, can't I have even a little bit spot in your heart?" She felt exhausted as she sat down on the cold floor watching the stars brightening the sky.
"Is it also impossible to attain love in this lifetime? Zhao Ting what kind of fate do you think we deserve, are we fated to be all alone and abandoned.." She lay on the cold ground, glancing at the beautiful starry sky.
She was wearing a black chiffon long-sleeved night dress, the gentle breeze caressed her face breezily, and she shivered from cold as goosebumps crawled all over her bare skin.
Her earlier flushed face was now pale and looking white as her eyes emitted loneliness and sorrow.
She closed her eyes and listened to the songs of the howling wind to calm her mind and soul, some things weren't destined to be hers.