Lu Yizhou's heart was beating fast and his whole body was trembling like a small sapling wrecked amid the howling storm. He felt so weak as though the previous incident had seeped him out of strength. Hastily, he gulped down a stamina potion and then closed his eyes to regain his bearings.
His throat still felt raw and his eyes burned with the sting of tears, but at least his shoulders were light of burden.
He knew he had made the right decision. If his sister was still alive, she would definitely give Lu Yizhou his approval. Because she only wanted one thing… to see him live happily.
How could he ever try to forget her? The memory of her death used to be his drive, his motivation and purpose and after that… he let her go. Because clinging into it was too painful, he chose to bury the tragedy of that day into the backyard of his mind and locked it securely; he forgot that she was not only a source of pain, but happiness as well.
