Seeing the sincerity on his face, Helan Yue fell silent. He suddenly felt he understood a bit of Ji Yunting's resignation.
Back when he was chasing after Qin Xiyue, he had always felt she was his entire world, the one person he had to marry in this lifetime. Seeing her laughing and joking with Ji Yunting would make him want to raise his fist and punch him.
But he didn't know when it had started; whenever he thought of Qin Xiyue now, he felt none of his initial infatuation. It was as if a powerful emotion had been abruptly given to him, only to be just as quickly taken away. He felt like a clay puppet—powerless to grasp it when it arrived, and not feeling much pain when he lost it.
If he told anyone else, they'd probably call him crazy.
"Even with an external posting, you'll still have to return to the capital every three years to report on your duties. What do you mean you won't see anyone again?" Helan Yue stared at Ji Yunting. "You're talking as if this is a final farewell."
