In the corridor separated by just a door, through the glass window, Ye Che watched Xu Zhiye walk to the bedside, tucking Xia Weiyi in and wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb. He then just quietly sat on the chair, looking at her, without even giving her a kiss.
Ye Che's spine was straight as an arrow, standing there as if his feet were rooted to the ground, maintaining his proud posture, standing for a very long time.
In his mind, as if possessed by demons, scene after scene of his past with Xia Weiyi floated up with Xu Zhiye's fading words.
Inside the car, crying and shouting for him to let the then Xu Zhiye go; at home, holding a shard of broken glass to slit her wrists; humiliated by both himself and Xu Ziqing while cooking breakfast for them in the kitchen, and eventually being driven out of Xinhong Garden...
