If she loses him again, or if something happens to him, then she really won't find any reason to continue living.
But her inherent strength prevented her from revealing the pathetic and laughable emotions she felt deep inside.
Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the bed, and she said coldly, "Monitoring."
Chu Wan handed over the tablet computer. At 16x speed, the picture was barely noticeable, and darkness was reflected in Chu Liyue's cold, bloodshot eyes.
In a split second, her slender fingers suddenly pressed down on the screen, zooming in.
The scene remained completely dark, but a shadowy figure flickered faintly in a corner illuminated by the dim light of an experimental instrument.
Chu Liyue was working overtime, Lin Qingyi had left, Ye Jinyu was not there, and there was no movable object left in the entire underground laboratory...
With a flicker of cold eyes, Chu Liyue turned and ran towards the door, and Yun Mochuwan quickly followed.
Standing in the main living room, Chu Liyue's eyes trembled as she looked around.
When her gaze fell upon the winding staircase, she suddenly took a step and ran upstairs. The rapid "tap-tap" of her slender high heels on the ground almost drowned out the sound of the rain falling all around her.
The door to the room at the far end of the third floor was ajar.
That was... her room, which she hadn't been back to for more than half a year.
As she got closer to the room, her pace slowed down, her slender hands hanging at her sides, her knuckles turning white from unconsciously clenching them.
By the light of the flashing lightning outside the window, a closer look revealed fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
Not only her, but Yunmo behind her was also trembling slightly.
Expectation is the root of heartache.
An idea that I had been looking forward to for over eight hundred days and nights came to mind.
They longed for their hopes to come true.
But they are even more afraid of their expectations being dashed, and if that happens, they don't know if they can bear it.
Chu Liyue's slender, white hand gently touched the door, and with a creak, the half-closed door opened.
A faint sound came from inside, causing Chu Liyue's slender figure to sway slightly.
She used all her strength to gently push open the door.
On the ground, several glittering objects seemed to reflect flashes of lightning.
Those are... shards of a broken mirror.
Chu Liyue tried her best to control her body, her steps as light as feathers as she walked into the room.
She dared not use a flashlight, but simply walked quietly in the darkness.
Everything was quiet, which made the faint sounds coming from the corner all the more clear.
There seemed to be a thin, dark figure huddled there, trembling slightly.
A flash of lightning outside the window illuminated a wisp of white hair on his forehead.
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