"Wei Liao, this has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself. If anyone's to blame, it's me!"
With an expressionless face, he gazed at her for quite a long time until his eyes got sore. Then Wei Liao finally raised the corners of his lips, waved his hand, and sighed.
"It's none of your business. Go on, hurry up!"
Covering her face with her hands and rubbing her eyes, Shu Shuang struggled to hold back the tears surging to her eyes. Her lips moved silently for a long while before she finally managed a weak smile.
"Fine, I'm leaving. You... take care."
Wei Liao paused, bracing his back against the wall, then he too painfully smiled, his voice carrying a difficult-to-explain chill.
"Take care."
Just a farewell and it hadn't even started, but it was already dead in the bud.
Years later, Shu Shuang, watching the geese flying south, told Lian Qiao with a sigh that she didn't know if this counted as her first breakup with Wei Liao.
