C1277 The Pugilistic World Is Far away

Tears slipped down his cheeks unnoticed as Yuye held Miao Hongxiu's hand, unable to stop trembling. The more he hoped, the more anxious he became.

"Miao Hongxiu, please wake up soon. I can't take this anymore..."

A tear fell, landing on Miao Hongxiu's porcelain-like hand and gently sliding off.

"Without you, every day feels like I'm a soulless puppet, just going through the motions