He stood behind her, and she couldn't see him at all. His head rested on her hair, lost in thought.
He would never understand that every time he smiled in front of her, his heart was silently bleeding.
Every time he acted indifferent in front of her, he was actually yearning to hold her in his arms.
But he knew—they could never go back.
She would never forgive him!
"Cheng Yanzhi!"
She called him several times until he finally spoke. "I might be gone for a few days... or maybe a long time. The southern commander has been reassigned, and my father hopes I can take his place for a while."
He could have refused, but sometimes staying felt even more unbearable.
Hearing this, Xia Yunsheng said, "Is that so? That sounds fine."
"If I'm gone for a year, Sheng, will you miss me?"
A year?
Her heart sank, but her voice was steely. "No, I won't."
"And if it's two years?"
"Still no." She couldn't see his face, yet an inexplicable sorrow crept over her.
