Battle That Brings the Curtain Down
In the end, Su Ziming decided to leave.
He left by backing away.
His gaze remained fixed, yet kept darting aside.
"Will what I owe in this life be repaid in the next?"
He laughed at himself, tears welling in his eyes.
His words sounded so pale and powerless at that moment.
What repayment in the next life? It was nothing more than a helpless excuse.
The wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, as though telling of the ruin and desolation of this story.
And all he could do was retreat, watching that villa gradually grow distant.
He did not even dare stop walking.
Here, it felt as if every inch of earth, every brick and tile, were pairs of eyes.
They saw through the guilt and cowardice in his heart.
He could only lower his head and let the oppressive atmosphere wrap tightly around him.
The instant he turned around, he could not help but sprint forward.
He fled completely.
After escaping.
Following the memories Yan Fei had shared with him.
He sought out, one by one, those places that had once brought Yan Fei laughter.
He wanted to walk through them all, to make up for what he had missed.
The sea of flowers in the small town outside the city, that old locust tree, the little stone bridge spanning the clear stream.
Yan Fei had mentioned that she liked watching ripples spread across the stream from the bridge.
Sometimes, she would even take off her shoes and dip her feet into the cool water.
Feeling that thread of chill spread from the soles of her feet through her entire body.
He stood in the middle of the bridge and bent over to look at the stream below. Sunlight