For so many years, Gong Zihua has never faced up to her feelings for Higashikata Toru.
Now that there is no one else...he is completely empty...
He originally thought that this person had long since become insignificant in his life. He could get married, have children, grow old and die, and he could live well without Tohomi Tohomi.
In fact, they have already become one person and are one body.
If Higashiko Toru dies one day, he doesn't know what his beliefs are.
Gong Zihua walked into Dong Gong Zi Che's main hall, his favorite study room, his desk where he worked, and the bookshelves where he kept stacks of cultural relics.
It's like opening a book and you can see the shadow of Higashikata Toru.
Gong Zihua stands where Dong Gongzi Che once stayed, and is familiar with everything about him.
His belief in living collapsed.
If it hadn't been for Higashomiya Che, the original Hara Yeche would have died thousands of times in the forest.
He is indeed a burden, and he has never helped Togongzi Che to share his worries.
So later on he turned into a dragster and was kicked. Is it any wonder?
His fragile self-esteem couldn't accept it, and he resented the man he once loved most fiercely.
like……?
Gong Zihua laughed sarcastically, as if he had thought of something funny. He leaned his back against the bookshelf, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up, and his eyes were so red and swollen.
He cried the most tears in his life last night.
Gong Zihua slowly mottled on the ground, the bookshelf he was leaning on swayed, and a heavy picture album slammed into his feet.
The picture album that happened to be open had yellowed pages.
Gong Zihua tremblingly stretched out her hand to open the picture booklet. The papers were all different, but they were all connected.
What comes into view is a charcoal drawing...
Hughes is very talented in painting, and he has used a pen to draw a Q version of Gong Zihua on the sand before;
Later, when he got precious papyrus, he used charcoal to draw sketches on it.
Mountains, water, and jungles are all landscapes that Hughes loved to paint.
He never painted people, except Yuan Yeche.
The little Yuan Yeche comes alive in the painting, with different expressions and postures.
Gong Zihua was extremely surprised that the painting after such a long time was still well preserved, with folds and stains faintly visible.
Gong Zihua's dirty fingerprints are still on it...
Turning over one by one, each picture was from a different period. Some of them he had seen before, and some were painted by Hughes when he didn't know it.
Turning to the portrait of him sleeping in a tree hole, Xiao Yuan was nestled in the weeds, his two little hands obediently holding the mink fur quilt, and his face was white, plump and round.
He doesn't look like a battered person at all.
In the harsh environment, after following Hughes, he rarely experienced the feeling of hunger and cold.
No matter what happened, Hughes was there.
Gong Zihua's fingers trembled. She turned to one of the pictures and saw the mark of water droplets.
...When water drops on paper, it will fade away.
Only tears, with their saltiness, dripping on the paper will leave deep marks.
[Tears and you are both things I can’t afford to shed...]
Togiya Zi Te's voice lingered in his ears again.
Gong Zihua's nose flushed, and her eyes felt itchy. Tears crawled out and dripped on the yellowed old paper.
Hughes's tears? How could Hughes shed tears——
Gong Zihua's throat was filled with terrible breath, and her whole body was about to go crazy.
He had also wondered before whether Togong Zi Te was doing all this for him. When he was drunk, he also ran to find Togong Zi Te, grabbing him by the collar and acting mischievously.