His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

Chapter 1113: Loving and Doting You with My Life (13)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

While thinking about Rong Mo, his eyes fixed ahead. Big Mountain walked in with hurried footsteps and he had a poor complexion.

"Mr. Shang…" Shang Mo was eating so he didn't look at Big Mountain's face. Thus, he didn't notice Big Mountain's pale and terrified face, as well as the fear and panic in his eyes.

His voice quivered a little.

Shang Mo asked with indifference, "What is it?"

"This afternoon, there was an accident on Beihai Avenue and two cars fell into the sea. Mr. Rong was in one of the cars… there's been no trace of him since then…"

Shang Mo felt his heart choke, and he paused while reaching for his vegetables.

A moment later, he put down his chopsticks and coldly stared at Big Mountain. "Nonsense."

"Where is Rong Mo now?" Shang Mo was unwilling to believe it, but a hint of shock and uneasiness could be seen in his eyes.

Big Mountain stayed silent, not saying the words: 'He couldn't be found.'

'Couldn't be found,' such simple words, yet they were like sharp needles piercing Shang Mo's eardrums.

Shang Mo clenched his fist. "No, nothing happened to him!"

After saying so, his lips curled into a smile.

Big Mountain felt that the smile Mr. Shang had was more terrifying than him crying. His voice was more hoarse and scary.

The bodyguard too hoped that Mr. Rong's accident wasn't real, but he had been alone in the sea since this afternoon… there was no way he could still be alive.

When the swimming champion was rescued, she herself was on the brink of death.

Shang Mo's expression turned cold, and fear spread through his heart. He kept repeating to himself, 'It's not possible, it's fake, it must be fake…'

Just last night… that was real, that couldn't have been a dream. No way.

He stood up, intending to uncover the truth, but the headache caused by his hangover still lingered. His sudden action made his blood surge upwards, and he staggered, nearly falling over.

Big Mountain was startled. He quickly stepped forward to support Shang Mo. "Mr. Shang."

Shang Mo shrugged off Big Mountain's hand. He wouldn't believe Big Mountain's words. Even if Rong Mo fell into the sea, nothing would happen to him.

But there was an undeniable truth in his heart—Rong Mo only knew how to flail a bit in the water. He didn't know how to swim.

Shang Mo stood near the sea, his black windbreaker billowing in the sea breeze.

Snow fell heavily from the sky. The pure white snowflakes danced in the wind and dyed the endless sea in white.

The fluttering snowflakes fell on him, dampening his hair. The coldness crept into his blood through his skin, and his body felt numb. Even so, he stayed still, standing there void of expression on his face.

He let the snowflakes continue to assault him with his eyes filled only with desolate coldness.

After a long time, he took a deep breath that chilled him to the bone. He then stiffly walked towards the sea.

Seeing Shang Mo's expressionless face and soulless eyes, Big Mountain felt a wave of unease as they got closer and closer to the sea.

The snowflakes continued to flutter and fall, but they couldn't hide his solitary figure. It made everything look so quiet and desolate.

"Mr. Shang?" Big Mountain stepped forward, following behind Shang Mo.

Shang Mo stopped in his tracks, looking at the wrecked railing as a result of the accident. He furrowed his brows, and the scene of him sitting in this car and falling kept replaying in his mind.

The Rong Mo in this scene was pale, panicked, and extremely distressed.

There was another dull ache in his chest.