Old Man Li, the landlord, replied:
"Yeah!"
"A Jie already moved out, and he sold off everything you had in that room tonight at a low price."
The moment Yu Xiaogang heard this, his Three Souls and Seven Spirits seemed to leave his body. With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sky had fallen.
Jie Ge was gone.
Jie Ge didn't want him anymore.
Yu Xiaogang suddenly rushed to the second-floor room and searched beneath the bed. In the end, the nearly ten thousand Gold Soul Coins he and Jie Ge had saved up were all gone—not a single coin remained.
It hurt!
It hurt so much!
Yu Xiaogang staggered downstairs in a daze and stood in the courtyard beneath the pouring rain. The rainwater and tears on his face had become impossible to distinguish.
The rain was cold—icy cold.
Yet Yu Xiaogang did not feel it was that cold. The rain was not that icy, because his heart was colder than the weather, colder than the freezing rain.
Bang!
Yu Xiaogang weakly fell to his knees and raised his head to the sky, letting out an agonized cry.
"No!"
"NO!!!"
Whoosh—
Whoosh, whoosh—
This was the sound of the wind, as well as the prelude to the impending background music.
Su Yan stood atop the building with a group of people, watching the show. With a wave of his hand, he cast a spell, and the temperature around them immediately began to drop. The raindrops drifting down from the clouds gradually began to change.
The heavy rain slowly turned into thick, goose-feather snow.
"True love is as vast as the grasslands~"
"Layer upon layer of wind and rain cannot keep us apart~"
"There will always come a time when the clouds part and the sun