To speak accurately, the way he disappeared didn't make him happy; he hadn't expected that he would actually be willing to give up his own life for Ye Ranran.
On one hand, he was grateful to him, yet on the other hand, he resented him.
Grateful that he saved Ye Ranran, resentful that he had made her remember him in such a way.
This person was clever; even if he couldn't have her, he refused to let people forget him, and even if he couldn't possess her, he wanted to leave an imprint in their hearts.
To make people forever indebted to him, to keep them thinking of him.
In front of his grave, there lay fresh flowers and food; the flowers were still blooming, but the food had gone cold, indicating that Ye Ranran had visited not long ago.
But where had she gone now? He looked around blankly.
His heart felt anxious and painful, and he was a bit angry with her for not keeping her promise to trust him unconditionally. Why was she running away now?
