The trash can next to Zhan Nanjue was filled with many cigarette butts.
He stared at his phone's screen. Gong Shirao hadn't called him, nor had she sent any messages.
He almost forgot. They had completely ended.
She said she would never bother him again, nor would she entangle.
She said she would live well, and he didn't need to worry.
Her voice was so calm, her expression so indifferent, as if everything was so trivial, and this was exactly what he wanted.
Yet, his heart was ruthlessly tormented.
It was as if he would never know the feeling of happiness again.
He never knew that losing her would cause him such agony. He longed to see her, unwilling to miss a second.
Yet, reason reminded him he couldn't.
Both emotionally and rationally, he should walk onto the stage, announcing his marriage with Ou Yimo…
Only then would everything truly be over.
