Shutting off the engine and putting the car in gear, Bai Song sat inside without immediately pushing open the car door to get out.
The familiar spot at the hospital entrance was his usual place for daily pick-ups and drop-offs.
He was early.
Qi Yuqing hadn't finished work yet.
Originally, he was quite busy.
These past few days, there was absolutely no way to spare the time.
But after meeting Qi's father and mother yesterday,
he was dazed and absent-minded all day.
The deeply defined contours concealed all his thoughts, yet his expression seemed contemplative.
Someone who was never a habitual smoker, Bai Song smoked five packs between yesterday and today.
Almost scared everyone to death.
Today, he came to end things.
Loving someone means letting her go.
Loving someone doesn't mean putting her in danger.
He couldn't afford to love this girl.
The price of love was too brutal.
The tragic scenes of those four dead victims still flashed before his eyes.
