Gu Ningyi's hand slowly dropped, his steps slowly retreated, just as he had walked toward her, he now moved away.
One step, two steps, three steps, as if all the beauty and time of the past slipped away, until he backed up to his car, and then he resolutely opened the car door.
Before getting into the car, his hand clenched tightly, the plane ticket in his hand crumpled into a ball, he swung his hand forcefully, and the ball of the plane ticket was thrown out, as if cutting off all his lingering attachments.
Then he got into the car, closed the door, and said to Old Chen in the driver's seat, "Drive."
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The car left, disappearing little by little from her sight, until in the end it was no longer visible.
Dong Xin Yan stood there rigidly, not moving a step from beginning to end, tears seemed to have run dry, unable to fall anymore, but the tears in her heart could not stop flowing.
