Love is as vast as the Milky Way, impossible to cross.

Chapter 192 Is it true that people who once deeply loved each other can have a telepathic connection

Liu Qin weakly reached out and gently wiped away Liu Shiyin's tears. Her movements, though slow, were full of maternal love and tenderness.

Then she slowly took off the bracelet she always wore from her right hand, stared at it, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

"Honey, take this with you."

The sound of the liuqin was weak yet firm.

"No matter what, don't take it off or let anyone else take it. Remember what your mother said."

"And...your surname is Xu, your previous name was Xu Weiyi...your father...your father's name is..."

Liu Qin never finished speaking her last words; she closed her eyes forever.

Liu Shiyin felt as if her heart had been emptied. She couldn't accept this cruel reality. Her mother had left her like this, and there would be no more warm embraces or loving gazes from her.

Liu Shiyin's world seemed to collapse in an instant.

She knelt by the bed, holding her mother's now-cold hands tightly, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

Her cries pierced the silent night, echoing in the empty room, filled with endless grief and despair.

Her shoulders trembled, and every cry seemed to be torn from the deepest part of her heart.

Her tears soaked her mother's bedsheets and her own clothes.

She felt as if her heart was being ripped apart, the pain making it hard to breathe. She couldn't imagine how she would live without her mother; the pain of losing a loved one was unbearable.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only Liu Shiyin's cries echoing.

Her voice gradually became hoarse, but sadness surged into her heart like a tide, overwhelming her.

At that moment, she felt as if she were on a lonely deserted island, surrounded by a vast ocean, with no one to rely on.

She felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, empty and directionless.

“Shiyin…”

Huo Muchen, still asleep, suddenly called out softly, his voice tinged with a hint of unease.

In his dream, he seemed to feel Liu Shiyin's deep sorrow, and the heart-wrenching feeling made him suddenly wake up from the dream.

He opened his eyes and looked around at the pitch blackness, but his heart was filled with unease.

Some people say that people who once loved each other deeply can have a telepathic connection. Is that true?

If it's true, what sad and painful things is Liu Shiyin going through right now?

He couldn't imagine whether that gentle and frail girl was currently enduring immense pain and sorrow alone, but the thought of her betrayal and departure instantly turned Huo Muchen's eyes cold.

He got up, went to the balcony, and lit a cigarette.

With a gentle strike of the match, a faint flame flickered in the darkness, eventually igniting the cigarette butt.

He took a deep breath, and the smoke rose slowly into the night, as if taking away a trace of the gloom in his heart.

A gentle night breeze swept across the balcony, carrying a hint of coolness. He gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and unfocused.

The smoke rings slowly spread through the air and gradually dissipated, just like his feelings at that moment, complex and indescribable.

He recalled some past events, those happy, sad, painful, and sweet memories intertwined, forming a series of images.

The cigarette in his hand had burned down to the end. He gently flicked off the ash and lit another. Each puff was like a conversation with his inner self, an attempt to find that long-lost tranquility.

"Mu Chen, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, a pair of slender arms reached out from behind and gently wrapped around Huo Muchen's waist.