"Yes."
Lin Jing nodded and turned to leave.
Over the following days, Xie Qikan stayed inside the Nice Hotel without stepping out. Apart from the fixed times when Lin Jing would come in to deliver meals, Xie Qikan remained in the hotel living room, concentrating on creating the things he wanted to make.
It felt as though only by pouring all his longing and love into the pieces he crafted could Xie Qikan slightly relieve the vast, ocean-like pain within his heart.
"Xiaoxiao, I think you and Chen Likai must already be preparing for your wedding. After all this time of reconnecting, you both surely cherish each other even more. If Chen Likai were not a good man, I might still find some excuse to trick myself, shamelessly holding onto the identity of being your husband. But now—what justification do I have? Xiaoxiao, you must be happy."
