Su Xingyan looked as if he had aged ten years, disheveled and with a very poor complexion. When he spoke to Han Jing, there was an indescribable sadness in his tone.
"Alright, whatever you have to say, just say it!" Han Jing wasn't being soft-hearted, but she knew that no matter what Su Xingyan said or did, there could be no connection between her and him anymore. She hated Su Xingyan, but it hadn't reached the point of life and death between them.
If he would just say what he needed to and then get lost, it would be a happy ending for both of them.
Su Xingyan stood about three meters away from Han Jing. The courtyard was silent; Han Jing had already dismissed the servants, leaving only the two of them.
Su Xingyan quietly watched Han Jing, time standing still like a dream.
He wished more than anything that this was indeed a dream, that time could forever linger in such a dreamscape. Just watching her quietly, letting time pass peacefully.
But he knew that was impossible.
