Su Nanxing had informed Fu Yanzhou a few days in advance that she was leaving.
At the time, Fu Yanzhou didn't show much of a reaction, and Su Nanxing thought this was good.
She had been worried that if Fu Yanzhou confessed his feelings to her, she wouldn't know how to reject him.
After all, no feast under heaven lasts forever.
Their intersection in life had reached a satisfactory endpoint.
Some departures are acrimonious; others are amicable.
Su Nanxing, of course, hoped for the latter.
Besides, to be honest, she thought that Fu Yanzhou's supposed affection for her might be a misunderstanding.
Anyway, she couldn't tell that Fu Yanzhou liked her at all.
When she arrived at the agreed-upon place, Fu Yanzhou was already there before her.
He was standing up now, slowly trying to walk.
But since he was just recovering, a wheelchair was still at the ready by his side.
