"I thought you could not bear to part with me, that you were bound to want me back." Shen Lan leaned against the window, looking at the view outside, "With your assurance, I now feel relieved."
"Can you really bear to leave me so easily?" Cheng Yanqing couldn't help but voice out his displeasure, "Despite what the sayings suggest, it doesn't mean you must take them literally."
"If you keep speaking like that, I'd feel heartbroken and sorrowful too."
Shen Lan knew full well that Cheng Yanqing had a heart as fragile as glass—easily shattered at the slightest touch.
"Of course I can't bear to leave, but my work is far too important."
"So, I have to let you go."
Cheng Yanqing understood that sentiment—it was like choosing between a massive business empire and love. If he were in her shoes, he would choose the former too.
Love isn't indispensable to this world.
It merely adds color to our lives.
