The luxurious double bed felt empty and forlorn for one person, carrying a tinge of solitary desolation.
Being alone had never bothered him before, but in the past three months, he had often shared the bed with Shen Ruo, and he had grown accustomed to having two people sleep on one bed.
It was only when he slept alone tonight that he deeply felt the loneliness in his heart.
He pulled out his wallet, inside which was a photograph of a young girl. It was taken when she was seventeen, looking very innocent and pure.
He remembered, four years ago, when he was invited to the Su Family banquet, he saw Su Rong for the first time and was deeply captivated by her.
She was wearing a white princess dress, her long hair flowing down, with a garland on her head, sitting by the garden fountain playing the piano. Her face was calm and serene, as holy as an angel that does not partake in the mortal world.
