Raising her other hand, she slowly pried open his hand that was tightly gripping her wrist, and whispered.
"I can't change the past. You can't let go in your heart, and I am powerless. I think we should separate for a while and give each other some time. It's good for both of us. I hope you can figure out who you truly love and what you really want."
Summer Tianxing reached for the box on the sofa and stepped towards the door.
She hadn't been seen for half a month, and her silhouette seemed frail and thin.
Yuntian reached out, wanting to hold her, but her steps were firm.
Watching her silhouette gradually disappear from sight, his heart ached to the point he couldn't breathe.
Lowering his head, he looked at his empty hands, feeling as if the warmth of her wrist still lingered in his palms.
He stood in place for a long time and helplessly sat down on the sofa.
He didn't want this, truly didn't want this.
