The apartment was empty. Two candle stumps could still be seen on the dining table.
Yan Rusheng knew that this time, she wouldn't be coming back to her apartment to wait for him.
But he had no idea where would she go either. And even if found her, would she still go back to him?
Yan Rusheng hastened his footsteps towards the apartment next door—Xuxu's house.
Even though the house was warm, it still felt empty and cold, as if without a sign of life.
He hurried past the empty couch, straight into Xuxu's room. He switched on the lights.
Her clean floral bed sheets were still slightly messy on her bed as they had previously left in a hurry. Wen Xuxu simply pulled it over her bed, and it remained untouched.
His eyes scanned the entire room. Even though it was what he had expected, he couldn't help but be disappointed.
He turned around to leave.
'I am trading my thirteen years of youth, in which I've stayed by your side…'
