When Lu Zhiyuan arrived, he glanced at the takeout on the table. Gu Ci remained motionless. She sat by the window, listening to a violin rendition of a calming tune. Upon seeing him, Gu Ci turned off the music.
"Let's go home!" Lu Zhiyuan said. "Forgetting us is like reliving a lifetime, don't walk down the old path again."
"Is it your intention or his?"
"It doesn't matter!" Lu Zhiyuan replied.
"Lu Zhiyuan, you're not curious at all about why there's a Ziyu?"
Lu Zhiyuan gazed calmly at her, "I don't care about what the future holds. I only care about the present. You and I are strangers, and you and him have also reached a break."
Gu Ci seemed like an empty puppet, the pain making it hard to breathe. Everything she had struggled so hard to uphold seemed like a joke.
Suddenly, she burst into laughter, her eyes slightly red.
"Third Master, don't regret it!"