On the top floor of a skyscraper.
In a minimalistic and elegant office.
Fan Yu was holding a glass of red wine as he stood in front of a French window.
His dark brown eyes listlessly looked out of the window at the moonlight. There was no emotion on his handsome face.
He had not even drank any of the wine
Holding the glass in his hand, he stared out of the window.
However, there was an air of lonesomeness and desolation about him, as if he had been abandoned by the entire world and was only left with the moonlight…
The image of the person who used to love calling him "Brother Fan Yu" flashed past his mind.
When they parted, her eyes were red, but she did not cry.
She only pointed to the moon and smiled at him, saying, "When Brother Fan Yu misses me in the future, just look up at the moon. No matter how far apart we are, it will be like we are together."
Fan Yu tightened his grip on the wine glass.
