Ye Sihan stood at the doorway, watching her leave, and did not forcefully follow her.
Xing Ling wandered around outside, soulless and distraught, as if she had lost her way home.
In the end, she sat on the steps by the street side, like a stray child.
In a distant corner, there stood Ye Sihan, an existence that seemed to shun the light, only able to spy like this.
What was her world like?
How could he enter her world?
Seeing Xing Ling like this, Ye Sihan felt a pain that twisted his heart, an agony too great to bear.
The ringtone of Xing Ling's phone started, and she glanced at it and answered, "Dr. Meng."
"Are you outside?" Meng Jilin heard the sound of cars in the background.
"Feeling down," Xing Ling said. "Sitting by the roadside alone!"
"What happened?" Meng Jilin asked, worried.
"It's just… very complicated."
"Then should I come to pick you up? I'm rather free today."
