The weather was still cold, and sometimes snowscapes could be seen, but during this period the accumulated snow had melted, leaving only a stretch of withered yellow.
He didn't know where Nan Feng was now.
Did she really just leave him like that?
In his hand, he held the white jade hairpin. In recent times, he had kept the hairpin close to his chest every day, so as to reminisce about her through this memento.
There exists a kind of man in this world who either does not love at all or loves for a lifetime.
Many men, when they lose their other half, might suffer for a while, but after that period of pain, they would throw themselves into another relationship, because, after all, it's just about getting through life with someone, and who they're with doesn't really make a difference.
But Nangong Ye couldn't.
At least not now.
