On the other end, the man said nothing. After a brief silence, he hung up the phone.
Wen Yongwei's expression was complex. He stared at the screen where the call had ended, sighed softly, and looked thoughtful.
The winter in S state always arrives unusually early. Wei Shuqian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling snowscape outside, squinting indifferently, holding a phone that was heating up in his hand.
He understood the principle that circumstances could overpower a person and had always known that no one would stay unconditionally for another.
He chose to return to S state, so it was only a matter of time before Wen Jiao chose a new life.
Yet, amidst the sprawling snow, even in the warmth of his room, he still felt chills run through him.
In the dark, everything seemed so unreal.
Wei Shuqian seemed to see the 17-year-old Wen Jiao, standing far away, looking toward him, smiling, and telling him that this time she was truly leaving.
