After leaving the President Mansion, Su Zixi returned to Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
The consecutive sunny days had completely melted the recent heavy snow.
As the sunlight was just right, Su Zixi sat under the eaves of the front courtyard, staring blankly at the high-rises in the distance.
Ever since she had learned about He Jingyao's illness, she found herself spacing out uncontrollably when alone, as if her whole being had been emptied.
Sometimes, she felt she was truly selfish, not just selfish, but also malicious.
Knowing that Jingyao wouldn't live long if he stayed with her, yet she could pretend as if nothing was wrong and, whenever possible, she clung to him even more desperately than before.
He Jingyao had already made his choice, but what about her?
Could she really continue like this in good conscience, doing nothing but hoping his illness could be cured?
But... she could no longer imagine what her life would be like without He Jingyao.
