Cheng Ziyang sat there quietly, as gentle and elegant as ever. The sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting across his body. Although it was warm, he seed isolated in solitude.
Dong Xin Yan paused for a mont, feeling so heavy that she could hardly move. She clenched her hands by her sides lightly, then slowly lifted her feet and walked over one step at a ti.
"You’re here."
As Dong Xin Yan approached, Cheng Ziyang looked up, his gaze soft and gentle, with even a slight smile on his lips.
Dong Xin Yan’s heart montarily stopped, her hands unconsciously clutching the bag in front of her, her throat seed blocked, and she couldn’t make a sound, only nodding slowly.
Cheng Ziyang stood up, considerately pulling out a chair for her, "Have a seat."
"Thank you."
Cheng Ziyang’s movents seed a bit stiff too, but he quickly returned to normal. He sat down and pushed the ginger tea on the table towards her, "I ordered it for you, drink it while it’s hot."
Looking at the ginger tea in front of her, Dong Xin Yan felt her nose sting suddenly, and a hint of moisture rose in her eyes.
Ziyang... From the past to now, he’s always been so good, so attentive, so considerate. In a few days, it will be the ti for her period, and her stomach always feels unwell during it, so he would always remind her to drink ginger tea to keep warm before her period.
Dong Xin Yan’s hands slowly cradled the cup, the warmth transferring through the cup to her palms one by one, her throat felt even more blocked. She had prepared so many words, but at this mont, she couldn’t say anything.
How could she say those extrely selfish and hurtful words to Ziyang?
Cheng Ziyang looked at the girl in front of him, her eyes downcast, head lowered, with a face full of dejection and struggle, her lips trembling, opening and closing, but unable to utter a single word.
She still cared for him, was still sad, and would still hurt him.
Cheng Ziyang, isn’t it enough now?
Really enough now?
You’ve selfishly stolen her love for so many years, monopolized her love for so many years, hasn’t it been enough?
Now that she’s finally found her true deep love, shouldn’t you... let go as well?
At least let go before she knows the whole truth, so that he can always remain beautiful in her heart.
Let go.
"Ziyang... "
"Xinxin."
Their voices sounded almost simultaneously, both froze for a mont, Dong Xin Yan licked her dry lips and said hoarsely, "Ziyang, you go first."
"Okay."
Cheng Ziyang didn’t decline, agreeing calmly. His dark eyes fixed on Dong Xin Yan, deep in contemplation, as if to imprint her image in his heart forever.
"Xinxin, I just want to ask you one question."
"What question?"
"Are you happy with Gu Ningyi?"
Is she happy with Gu Ningyi...?
Dong Xin Yan couldn’t help but look up, eting his eyes, gentle, deep, calm, and smiling.
Dong Xin Yan’s hand unconsciously tightened around the cup. After a while, she answered in a low yet firm voice, "I will be happy."
"Alright, I will let go, we will break off the engagent, we... will break up."
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Dong Xin Yan walked out of the café in a daze, her eyes red, her expression drifting, her steps a bit unsteady. She walked slowly, pausing at the intersection. When the green light turned on, she lifted her foot and continued walking.
Suddenly, a car sped out from around the corner, racing towards Dong Xin Yan.
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