Between the two, there seemed to be an invisible wall that separated their past and present.
Clearly, they were once so close, yet now they can only face each other so awkwardly.
The root of all this began when the child was lost from her womb.
Since the child left their world,
their hearts seemed like torn canvases, difficult to piece back to their former wholeness.
It was not just the passing of a life, but the rupture of the emotional bond between them,
each crack deep and painful.
Yang Xiaozhi finally mustered the courage to speak a full, heavy sentence:
"That home is too cold, I don't want to go back."
His voice revealed a slight, barely detectable trembling, as if each word carried heavy emotion.
Upon hearing this, Chen Fang's eyes flashed with a complex emotion,
she tugged lightly at the corners of her mouth, a smile tinged with bitterness and relief:
"Turns out I'm not the only one who thinks so."
