He let go of his pride, succumbed to a woman, and was manipulated by others. How was he not suffering?
He could endure, so why couldn't she?
"I will try my best to live on, but on the day when I am truly powerless, don't be too sad. At least there will still be the baby, who will accompany you, and as for me, there's no need to remember me."
Memories are too bitter, longing is even more so. He's not even thirty yet, always living in memories. How is he to live in the future?
One must always look forward, right?
As long as she is here, it's enough that he is devoted to her.
"Don't allow it, for my sake, you can't leave either." Jun Mochan held her tightly.
"Mmm, I won't leave." She curved her brows and eyes, not continuing the topic.
"Let's plant flowers together. Next year, this place will bloom with many plum blossoms." She stepped out of his embrace and took his hand.
"Alright." He held her hand, and together they placed the flowers into the hole dug by One.
