Synopsis

A hollowness settled within him, a quiet ache that mirrored the emptiness of the task. He performed his duties with practiced efficiency, yet each action felt hollow, a pale imitation of purpose. The smiles he offered his friends felt brittle, a fragile mask barely concealing the turmoil beneath. He carried the weight of his decision in the set of his shoulders, a silent burden he refused to share. The world continued around him, vibrant and full, but for Zhao Shu Yi, color had faded to gray. He