Qin Qingnan watched Lin Ziran's back, unwilling to leave.
Mother Lin went forward and pushed him toward the door, "You heard it, Xiao Ran has already told you her decision personally. Leave, and don't come to our house again."
Qin Qingnan was dazed as he was pushed out the door.
When the door closed, blocking his view, he could no longer see Lin Ziran's figure. Suddenly, his heart felt empty, as if the colorful life had turned dark and dull.
This very door had severed all ties between him and Lin Ziran. If he wanted to see her, could he only do so in memories?
He felt so unwilling to accept it.
Standing by the door, this tall man of over six feet, suddenly shed tears. The teardrops hit the ground and shattered into countless sad little pieces.
Inside the door, Lin Ziran's tears finally fell, also hitting the floor. She hung her head low, unable to say anything. Yet, the slight trembling of her shoulders showed just how sad she was.
