When he heard the word 'dead', his heart ached. This pain had accompanied him for three years.
He closed his eyes again. There were some people whom he couldn't forget. He thought he could, but he neglected the fact that there were things he could not do even if he had wanted to.
Some people had planted themselves so deeply in his heart that he would never forget for as long as he lived.
Xia Ruoxin…
Are you really…
… dead?
After he finished tidying up, Chu Lui picked up his jacket and left for the place he called home. Like what Du Jingtang had said, he's now a good husband. Besides his wife, there were no other females around him.
He stared at the villa ahead. Compared to three years ago, there hadn't been many changes. However, he knew that internally, it was chaos.
His eyes narrowed as he got off and leaned on the car for a long time, dazed. Finally, he made his way home.
