Ye Che's arm hung rigidly in mid-air, maintaining the position of having just embraced Xia Weiyi.
His posture was tall and proud, but his gaze slowly shifted from bewilderment to a hollow emptiness.
The sound of a car engine starting below caused Ye Che to walk over to the window sill. Watching the Audi A8 grow smaller in the distance, he belatedly realized that Xia Weiyi had truly left.
He lifted his hand to cover his eyes, the tears moistening the wounds in his palm, the salt from his tears stinging sharply, while the fresh blood seeping out blurred his sight, dyeing his pupils a hazy red.
Ye Che slowly returned to the bedroom, where he saw Xia Weiyi's left-behind suitcase. When he said those words earlier, he just wanted to keep some of her belongings.
Ye Che approached the suitcase and opened it, finding some clothes she often wore, several of which he had picked out with her on shopping trips. Besides that, there were no luxury bags or accessories.
