Zuo Xingyun took a shallow breath, "I've said before that what kind of person he is, doesn't matter to me. But he was the person who cared about you the most in this world. What he looks like to you, that's what he is in your heart."
Xiang Wan couldn't speak anymore, crying so hard her body trembled.
The root of her pain was that the two people closest to her had reached a point of no return, and she was powerless to change the outcome. Her father's death had also become a fact, and she couldn't even bring herself to harbor resentment...
Lately, she had seemed to slowly recover, and it appeared she managed to get through the days. But at night, the thorns that trapped her in the depths of her heart grew wildly, depriving her of sleep.
After a long while, Zuo Xingyun silently placed a box of tissues beside her and left without looking back.
With that departure, he never returned.
The room that belonged to him was, just like eight years ago, suddenly empty again.
