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In the park, cicadas were shrilling, just like Jiang Yingyu's heart, tight and disorderly, its beats seemingly irregular.
Yun Yuwan's voice was as pale as a willow branch cut open vertically, the upright fibers inside white and stark, dimly surrendering to death:
"But he didn't, he just followed me, trying to coax me in a gentler way, as if a few soft words would make me willingly give up my dignity and go back to him."
"I gave up hope as soon as I realized that, so I was polite and didn't ask for his explanation. I knew he wouldn't take our relationship seriously."
Jiang Yingyu's heart relaxed, and he grasped her icy hand: "It's over now, you don't want him anymore, all the troubles related to him don't belong to you anymore."
Yun Yuwan smiled lightly, her face pale: "I know, it's over."
She then said, "Let's go to Rome for our next stop."
