Li Yeqi's heart constricted for a moment, the hand gripping her shoulder lost strength and fell to his side, the brightness in his eyes dimming bit by bit. He took a slow step back, visibly stricken.
Yan Luoxi couldn't even muster the courage to look at his expression; she turned and left with long strides. There was no longer any possibility between them, so why entangle further and cause more hurt?
Li Yeqi stood in the empty square, watching her figure get further and further away. Clutching his aching heart, he crouched down, tears rolling down. Why had he only realized after she left that he was so tragically in love with her?
Yan Luoxi walked out of Ferris Wheel Square. There, a black Bentley was parked. Zhou Bei got out of the car and opened the back door, saying respectfully, "Madam, Seventh Master instructed me to take you back."
Yan Luoxi stopped by the side of the road, she said indifferently, "No need, I can go back on my own."
