Gong Juechen remained silent.
Su Chengyu continued, "Chenglin, I'm sorry."
Gong Juechen still did not speak.
Su Chengyu, unfazed, extended a small exquisitely carved red sandalwood box towards Gong Juechen, "This is a small token of my regard. I hope you'll accept it for my father and Brother Yi's sake."
Gong Juechen was lounging there lazily, his peach blossom eyes glancing at the small box for a while before he finally reached out and took it.
"Then, I'm leaving." Without lingering, Su Chengyu handed the small box to Gong Juechen, patted him on the shoulder like a brother, and turned to leave.
In the past, it was always Gong Juechen who ignored him and walked away.
This time, he finally turned and left himself.
And this time, he felt particularly relieved both physically and mentally. Because he had already let go of everything. As for the future, he'd leave it to fate.
