To leave this place of heartbreak, to bury his first love—this unforgettable and humiliating experience. Perhaps when he looked back on it in the future, he would sigh with melancholy.
But as for how he'd feel later, well, he would leave that for his future self to slowly process.
Life always moves forward. Perhaps putting some distance between them and starting over was the only way to recover more quickly.
The two Jiangg sisters watched his methodical movements. He pulled his backpack from the corner, unzipped it, and unplugged the charger from under the living room TV stand, placing it inside. Then, he opened a drawer in the coffee table and rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items. A USB drive, a razor, sunglasses he'd bought on a trip—he stuffed them all into his bag.
Their eyes gradually filled with panic.
They exchanged a look.
