Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Liangchuan decided to move the blanket away from him and sat up in bed.
In the dark room, the sound of Qiao Lian’s breathing could be heard clearly. It sounded like it was from a little kitten, seemingly pitiful.
Shen Liangchuan turned his head to take a look. The woman was curled up into a ball, but he did not know how to react.
He clenched his fists tightly and suddenly got off the bed. He changed his clothes and then headed out of the room.
He drove his car aimlessly down the streets of Beijing in the late night.
He did not know where to go.
But when he finally regained his composure, he found himself at the cemetery where Soul Fighter had been buried.
The night was chilly.
The wind was whistling past his car.
He stopped his car.
He sat at the driver’s seat for a while before pushing the car door open. He got out of the car, retrieved a bottle of liquor from the boot and walked into the cemetery.
Gusts of wind blew while he was in the cemetery, but he had never believed in ghosts. Although at that moment it was very dark, he still moved forward until he reached Soul Fighter’s tombstone.
His real name was carved on the tombstone: Zhou Song.
The sky was dark and there were no lights in the surroundings. The only light was the one shining in through the street lamps, which gave the photo on the tombstone an eerie color. It looked ghastly and spooky. However to him, it wasn’t scary at all.
Although it had been eight years, in his mind, his looks still remained as what he had been like at that time.
Shen Liangchuan squatted down as he looked at his picture quietly.
Soul Fighter, didn’t you resign to fate?
He picked up the bottle of liquor as he sat beside the tombstone. He then drew out two wine glasses from his pocket.
He opened the bottle and poured some liquor into the two glasses.
He then picked up one of the glasses and raised it up in front of the tombstone. “Brother, I am sorry. Song Yuanxi left and until now, there’s still no news of her.”
“I know that it is because she can’t face me and Xiao Qiao.”
“Brother, rest assured I will find her and take care of her.”
“Xiao Qiao and I… We are very sorry towards you.”
After saying these words, he raised his head and downed the whole glass of liquor.
The alcoholic content of that liquor was very strong. Drinking the glass of liquor in one go felt as though a ball of fire had gone done straight from his mouth, burning his insides.
He sat there as he fixed his eyes on the tombstone.
After a moment, he lowered his head.
Following this, he did not say anything and merely drank the liquor glass after glass.
His eyes started to fill with tears.
But men shouldn’t shed their tears unnecessarily.
He tightened up his chin and stared ahead. It was as if he had traveled back in time to that fateful day eight years ago.
He had been brought up in a strict family, he seldom drank as much as this.
The first time he had drank wine in his life was because of that time.
Soul Fighter and him had been tirelessly busy with preparations for completing the team for a month. They had been waiting for Xiao Qiao to come to Beijing and join them.
However, she gave them a call.
“I am sorry. I will not be able to play games anymore.”
Simple words like these caused him to panic immediately.
He did not say a word and just hung up on her.
It had been due to his decision of setting up the team that his younger self had been kicked out of the Shen family, causing him to face the uncertainties of life together with Xia Yehua.
He had persevered to chase his dreams, even though it had turned out to be like this.
He had always thought that in this world, the only person who would never betray him would be Xiao Qiao.
He had thought that they would start from gaming, move towards reality, and then head for marriage.
He had always felt that, although they were in an online relationship, their relationship had greatly surpassed a regular real-life one.
He had even thought of working hand in hand with her, as they head towards the peak of the eSports world.
