Ming Yan was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
He had no choice but to stay in his bedroom drinking alone all day long.
He didn't dare to stay awake, because when he was awake, his mind was full of Li Shushu's various expressions of laughter, anger and scolding, and his endless regrets and doubts, so he could only try his best to get himself drunk and live a life of drunkenness and dreams all day long.
In just three or four days, the once dashing, aloof Demon Lord, who was extremely demanding of his image and could be said to be meticulous, had actually degenerated into a scruffy, drunkard...
Occasionally, when he woke up from a hangover and had a moment of clarity, he would pull out the small mirror from his pocket. In the mirror were the little fragments he had recorded for fun: her cuteness when she was asleep, her charm while bathing, her sitting on the swing, her back alone, which could make him dream about her all the time...
These past few days, only when he looked at his reflection in the small mirror could a moment of peace and gentleness appear on his face.
He stretched out his trembling fingers, wanting to touch the delicate face of the person in the mirror...
But the moment he touched the mirror, he suddenly realized that all this was just a mirage...
"Fake, fake, all fake..."
He was so angry that he fell off the bed and sat on the ground...
He stood up barefoot, and everything within his reach was swept to the ground with his palm, making a crackling sound.
Porcelain fragments were scattered all over the floor, but he stepped on them without noticing anything.
Blood flowed from the soles of his feet, but he didn't feel the slightest pain...
It’s just because, somewhere in my heart, it hurts so much that it covers up all other pains.
"Why?" His eyes gradually turned red.
He had asked this question thousands of times in the past few days, but no one answered.
He raised the small mirror in his hand high, wanting to smash it to pieces and put an end to it once and for all.
But every time at the end, he still couldn't bear to let go, so he had to gently put down his raised hands, blow gently on the mirror, wipe it gently with his sleeve, and then put it in his arms.
This goes on and on, day after day.
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