"Yueyue, don't do this. Let Jiao Chen go in peace, alright?"
Xuxu carried Xiaojiao and peered at Su Yue. She was sobbing badly as well. "He didn't want you to cry and grieve for him. How could you let him down?"
Xiaojiao was still wailing and yelling for her daddy.
Xuxu patted Xiaojiao's back. "Xiaojiao, don't cry. Daddy didn't say that he didn't want you."
She coaxed her gently and turned around.
"Jiaojiao, how could you do this to me?" Su Yue heard Xuxu's words, and she managed to recover herself a little. Her tears fell continuously onto Jiao Chen's icy hand.
She gazed at him.
She continued to gaze at him for a long time. Her wonderful and gentle Jiaojiao. Had he disappeared completely from her life from now on?
…
In the empty house, there were wonderful memories at every corner.
A layer of dust covered the round marble dining table. Su Yue's fair hand glided across the table.
