He had sent many people to look for her, but all efforts had proved fruitless.
The plane explosion was severe, many were blown to dust, bodies falling into the sea, leaving nothing to be found.
He knew that under such circumstances, the likelihood of An Ruo’s survival was almost zero. But as long as he hadn’t seen her body, he wouldn’t believe she was dead.
He had a premonition that she must still be alive somewhere. She couldn’t be dead, if she were, she would have appeared in his dreams, asking him to take care of their child.
But she had never appeared in his dreams, so he believed she was still alive.
It was this belief that had continually sustained Tang Yuchen, preventing him from collapsing.
Another day had ended,, and the arrival of night, Tang Yuchen’s heart once again began to succumb to uncontrollable fear.
He feared the night because it signified the end of a day,, it signaled that finding An Ruo was stretched out for yet another long day.
Similarly, the night also reminded people that it was time to rest, but he couldn’t sleep. Through the entire night, managing to sleep for two hours was a miracle.
He didn’t want to sleep, yet he yearned to sleep, as nowadays, falling asleep had become a painfully difficult task for him.
In fact, he had also contemplated the possibility that An Ruo was already dead. If she truly were dead, he would join her.
He hated himself, wondering why he hadn’t insisted on keeping her from leaving; if he had, she wouldn’t have died. Or he could have accompanied her; even if it meant death, they would be together rather than...
Thinking of Mo Hua, Tang Yuchen’s gaze turned colder.
It was only after seeing the list of casualties that he realized Mo Hua was also on the plane. Initially, he suspected whether An Ruo had conspired with Mo Hua to go on a trip to Rome.
Later, after reading Mo Hua’s blog, he realized it was a coincidence. Moreover, he trusted An Ruo, believing she wouldn’t secretly go with Mo Hua.
But why did God let Mo Hua and her share the same plane?
Clearly, the person who should have shared her hardships was him...
Tang Yuchen’s heart ached intensely, he fiercely punched the window, shattering the glass, which cut his hand, causing blood to flow profusely.
He couldn’t feel the pain in his hand, for his heart ached a thousand times, ten thousand times more.
This was not the first time he had experienced such pain.
Previously, when An Ruo had disappeared, he had felt this pain once, almost depleting all his energy.
The man slightly curled his lips, perhaps it would consume his life entirely.
That might be better, to die and go search for her. After all, in Biluo Huangquan, he would definitely find her.
An Ruo had already been on the island for several months,, she thought every day about how to leave this place, therefore she observed the situation everywhere she went.
The island was not very large, but the scenery was beautiful.
Xingtian had built several castles here, and the one they lived in was the largest and most beautiful.
He was determined not to let her leave; during her observations over several days, she realized their defenses were strict, phone calls couldn’t be made, and there were no boats at the seaside.
In a word, they were completely isolated from the world, she had no chance of contacting anyone outside.
With each day, An Ruo’s mood grew more somber, unable to leave this place; she couldn’t return to Tang Yuchen and their child.
Would they never see each other again in this lifetime?
An Ruo went to the window, gazing at the endless sea outside, a thread of despair weaving through her heart. At that moment, her feelings were like those of a person confined in prison.
She was despondent, yearning to leave, to be free, yet was helpless to do anything about it.