Watching Yue Tingting's hurried departure, and reflecting on that gentle kiss, Lu Tianxing let out a deep sigh. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked. He knew all too well what was on Yue Tingting's mind, yet he couldn't provide her the peaceful life she desired. His hands were stained with blood, living amidst slaughter and death. Countless lives had been taken by him, which was entirely different from Yue Tingting's past two decades. He found it hard to imagine how Yue Tingting would perceive him if she knew all of this, whether it would be with fear or estrangement.
After smoking a few cigarettes on the sofa, Lu Tianxing regained his composure and began to organize his belongings.
Lu Tianxing packed his things swiftly, having few possessions. He casually gathered a few clothes, then turned his attention to a ring on the bedside. He pulled it out from there.
