When he saw the jewelry box lying quietly in the bush, his heart uncontrollably started racing. Was this a sign from heaven that he had reclaimed what was lost?
Was it suggesting that his relationship with Chuxia could also be salvaged?
His hands nearly trembling, he crouched down, picked up the jewelry box, and opened the lid—the silver chain intact inside, the small sun pendant faintly twinkling in the light.
These days, he had been carrying that necklace with him, planning to have a proper talk with her after settling his mother's affairs. After all, she had just… had a miscarriage and needed time to recuperate.
He hoped that he could once again place that necklace around her neck with his own hands.
But he hadn't expected that she would be discharged from the hospital so soon, so eager to leave.
If today, he hadn't been on his way to the office and realized he'd left an important document at home, thus taking a detour to fetch it… would Chuxia have already left?
