Zhou Ci watched Gu Dai's retreating figure, then turned to Song Ling, who was fuming. In a low voice, he said to Zhou Le, "Let's go home."
Zhou Le quickly nodded in agreement. "Okay."
Song Ling, unable to hide his curiosity, asked Zhou Ci, "Aren't you angry?"
Zhou Ci paused in his steps, his voice soft yet firm. "Love is about letting go."
Song Ling scoffed, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Love is about possession. You simply don't love Gu Dai enough."
Zhou Ci, with a faint smile, didn't argue. Instead, he advised, "Whatever love is, if you truly like Gu Dai, it's time to change your approach."
Song Ling watched Zhou Ci leave, his gaze lingering long after Zhou Ci had gone. He mused over the words, finding them almost laughable.
How could one possibly stand to see the person they love with someone else?
At the Song Corporation subsidiary, Jiang Yue dealt with her work, her face dark with frustration.
