As she sent it away, its eyes looked at her as if it could not live without her.
"Then you rest well." Gongze Yu knew she was in a bad mood today and didn't want to disturb her.
But he didn't leave. Instead, he stood guard under her window.
That night, he could not sleep.
Su Yan knelt in front of the grave, refusing to let Qiao Tian cover him with an umbrella, and the rain poured over him. The one he could not forgive the most was himself.
He blamed himself. If he hadn't been so naive, things wouldn't have ended up like this.
His aunt was still alive, and he could be happily married to Mrs. Su, even though they didn't love each other.
But now that his aunt was gone, he and Mrs. Su would become enemies, and there would no longer be any good days.
It was as if something had been ripped out of him, making the pain unbearable. His face turned pale.
The clenched fingers slowly loosened, as if something he once held in the palm of his hand silently flew away...
