Yan Xiaye stared steadily at Li Beicheng a few meters away. Despite their years of acquaintance, this was the first time she had seen him look so unkempt.
Five years ago, she would have felt heartbroken.
But now, the man she had once deeply loved stood right in front of her, close enough to touch, yet her heart was nothing but barren.
She didn't know why Li Beicheng was putting on such a pitiful act, but knowing him, she was certain he wouldn't let things go easily.
She averted her gaze to glance at the cars coming and going around them. Yan Xiaye shoved the car keys into Li Yuntang's pocket, lowering her voice, "Younger Uncle, you go ahead, I'll handle this myself."
Li Yuntang's handsome eyebrows twitched, looking noncommittally at the frail figure beside him.
Under the dim street lights, her figure was lonely and stubborn, like ashes after a flame had burned out.
