"Yes," Zhou Yinghuai said, "If moving out would make you happier, I'll do as you say."
You can't force a rose to bloom only for you, occupying and monopolizing all of her time.
She's long been shining brightly - her life does not belong to you, Zhou Yinghuai, alone.
This is something Zhou Yinghuai understood after spending an entire night sitting in the Buddha Hall.
Jiang Tan never imagined that Zhou Yinghuai would say something like this.
She hadn't dared to hope for a truly equal conversation between them.
She was always on the back foot—cornered, step by step, by Zhou Yinghuai. Even though his pressure was cloaked in kindness and gentleness, it made her feel as if everything was her own choice.
"So...when will you move out?" Jiang Tan asked, tightly gripping her chopsticks, head down. Her gaze fell upon the magnolia hairpin on the table and her eyes moistened for reasons she couldn't explain.
"When do you want me to move out?" Zhou Yinghuai said, "I could do it today."
