Wen Yanqing stood rigidly in place, as the flurry of love letters slowly fell at his feet.
His hands were clenched tightly into fists, a bitter taste rising to his throat, his heart tearing and sinking downwards. His feet subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but he commanded himself not to move.
Gantang's eyes were red as she paused at the door, hoping to hear him call out to stop her.
Just like the last time she wanted to leave, and he held her tightly, refusing to let her go.
But he didn't.
Lin Gantang turned her head and, through the blur of her tears, took one last look at his figure standing still, then tears streamed down, she bit her red lips, and turned to leave.
She ran down the stairs, not seeing that the figure behind her suddenly staggered, struggling to steady himself and not fall.
Lin Gantang left in tears, Aunt Zhong saw her tear-stained face and called out with urgent worry, "Miss Lin!"
