Wei Anning leaned her back against the utility pole, tears blurring her vision. At this moment, she finally understood the pain of being unable to let go, her heart feeling as though it was being torn apart by invisible hands—so much pain it might shatter.
She thought breaking up would be her liberation, but little did she know, it was the beginning of another kind of agony.
She watched his retreating figure and desperately wanted to throw herself toward him, like a moth drawn to a flame, to cry and tell him they shouldn't break up, that they should keep loving each other—no matter how much it might torment them—as long as they could stay together forever.
But she couldn't.
She loved him, and that was precisely why she wouldn't allow herself to be weak.
