Ding Ziyu pressed her lips tightly and said, "Yes, I give up."
"Ha!" Yan Chenqing laughed briefly, suddenly lowering his head. Ding Ziyu couldn't see his expression, but she knew it must be sorrowful.
Then his voice came through, "Alright, I understand."
I understand.
So, you don't love me.
He slowly released his hand, the strength in his fingertips gradually dissipating. He stepped back two paces and then turned around without a trace of reluctance and left.
Ding Ziyu stood there silently, watching his figure grow more distant until it disappeared from sight.
At that moment, her eyes slightly stung with pain.
She knew her heart was dying.
...
Days passed in a daze for Ding Ziyu. On the weekend, she received a phone call from her mother, asking her to come home as there was something to discuss.
Ding Ziyu composed herself and went home.
Without seeing Yan Chenqing, Ding Ziyu didn't know how he was doing now or where he was, and she didn't dare to ask anyone.
