Bab 165: Struggle and despair

Sun Yu donned a red hoodie and was sitting at the top of the hotel, looking out at the dimly lit urban city.

The wind blew strong, and it was a very chilly night, yet she didn't feel the cold. Perhaps her heart had already frozen. Tears poured out from the corner of her eyes and rolled down her delicate face, their trails reflected in the moonlit night.

She sat leaning against the wall, hugging her knees. She had her phone held against her right ear, waiting for a response. She was sobbing quietly like a lost child.

Xiao Luo answered the phone. When he heard her crying voice, his anger and was immediately replaced by a grave sense of dread.

He asked urgently, "Are you alright? What's with you?"