Whether he left or not, she didn't care.
Deep down, he was never in her heart.
He had truly tasted the bitter flavor of utter despair.
Now that she had sent him a message, he realized that even though they were separated by vast distances, he couldn't forget her.
The weakest spot in humanity is the inability to let go.
From beginning to end, he couldn't let go of her.
Li Qingshen stared at the distant lavender fields, his emotions swirling endlessly within him.
After a long while, he slowly lifted his hand and gently picked up the pen on the table, sketching in his notebook for some time.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Li Qingshen finally stopped, placed the notebook and pen on the table, stood up lightly, and responded to Bao Chongchong's earlier words, saying, "Hmm, I'll come back with you when the time comes."
Then, he got up and went back inside the house.
