"Th-this, is this you?" A Yong shoved the phone in front of Shen Wangjing in shock.
The screen was tiny and the image somewhat blurry, but Shen Wangjing recognized those eyes at once.
Jiang Xun sat cross-legged on a couch, his back straight and his chin tipped slightly up, his smile as unrestrained and bold as ever.
But he had lost so much weight that the shape of his bones showed through the thin wrist poking out of his sleeve.
He said a great deal to the camera, and Shen Wangjing watched that little screen over and over again.
He watched until A Yong fell asleep and woke again, until the mahjong parlor downstairs closed, until the sky outside went from pitch-black to deep blue, then from deep blue to grayish white.
Jiang Xun had lost a lot of weight. It looked like he had not been doing very well lately.
Shen Wangjing closed his eyes. Something churned in his chest, leaving him unable to breathe.
He had thought leaving would give Jiang Xun a better future, that Jiang Huaixiao could give Jiang Xun everything he could not.
But the way those eyes trembled on camera told him that none of this was what Jiang Xun wanted.
Three days. Stand before him within three days.
Whether to explain or to shoulder the consequences, all he had to do was stand before him.
Shen Wangjing made a decision that night.
He would find some way to shake off the people watching him and go back for a look, even if he could only look from a distance, even if all he could do was leave a letter explaining everything.
It wasn't that I didn't want you.
I wanted you too much. I was afraid of losing you.
He had already drafted