A month later, in the capital.
The bone-piercing north wind howled, bringing the first snow of the winter.
Shen Hanyu stood quietly by the Lotus pond in the Zhen family's garden, looking up at the dark sky and the fluttering snow.
He thought of last winter when Sang Qianqian insisted on breaking up with him. The night before they came to the capital, it was also snowing heavily like this.
At that time, she still did not know that he had already found out from Sang Minglang about her purpose in going to the capital.
Shen Hanyu knew that she was leaving the next day, and he wanted to see her. That night, he drove to the Sang family's old house.
He knew that there was no hope and that it was unlikely that he would see her again, but he still did not want to leave.
Shen Hanyu stared at the light in Sang Qianqian's room for a long time.
After that, the lights went out and he thought Sang Qianqian had fallen asleep.
