Tang Yan leaned against the door and waited for a while, until there was no more movement outside. He couldn't see her face through the peephole, and his heart plummeted from high, filled with endless disappointment and regret.
She must be about to leave Ningjiang, so she came over to say goodbye to him, Tang Yan had this premonition.
He didn't want to face the last goodbye yet wanted to see her, sit face to face with her, stroke her hair, kiss her soft lips, only that could soothe the scars in her heart.
Tang Yan felt his once pounding heart gradually settle into calmness, slowly covered by a cold breath.
She just left like that, never to return, never to meet again.
Leaning against the doorway, Tang Yan sat down on the floor, his eyes red, fists clenched, only pausing for a few seconds before he suddenly opened the door, ready to rush out.
