His nerves had been on edge, trying to keep his composure. But all of a sudden, he lost the will to hold himself together any longer.
Shen Luo'an stood still before the door to his house, then plopped himself down on the steps.
The flowers in the yard swayed gently in the wind.
Spring had come.
Lush greenery was flourishing everywhere and flowers were in full bloom.
Meanwhile, he felt himself withering inside.
He sat on the steps without caring for the time and watched the sun shrinking in the distance before finally disappearing below the horizon. He thought he was almost losing his mind.
"Oh no," Shen Luo'an stood up, dusted his pants, and said to himself, "I might be going out of my mind."
He turned around and entered the house. As soon as he walked in, he heard Little Moon wailing loudly.
