He no longer had the strength to say another word, not even a single syllable.
The pain in his chest was so intense it was almost suffocating, yet his mind was paradoxically crystal clear because of that very pain.
Su Jia let out a low sigh, then turned around, closed the door, and left.
She left without looking back, her attitude utterly resolute.
She left without attachment, without reluctance.
She left without hesitation, without caring.
Tang Yuzhou, I hope you can meet a woman who won't let you suffer the torment of ambiguity anymore.
I hope she can give you happiness, give you steadiness, give you a love that won't collapse in wind and rain.
Tang Yuzhou was half lying on the sofa, staring blankly at her departing back, his eyes unfocused, as if he were drunk.
In his head, those few words she had just said began to surface again, hazy yet distinct.
You don't love me as much as you think you do. I won't deny that you've been very good to me.
