In the passenger seat of the Mercedes, Wang Qiheng looked at Huo Shiwen chasing after them in the rearview mirror, a line of tears running down his eyes.
"Still can't let go?"
Lin Fan, holding the steering wheel, naturally saw the scene as well.
"If you can't let go now, you're an idiot."
Wang Qiheng, after wiping away his tears, took a deep breath and said, "It's just that the memories are still there. I've fantasized more than once about entering into marriage with her, raising children, and living out our lives together. But to end up like this, I feel it's somewhat not worth it."
"Existence is the truth, everything has its significance. Memories may fade, but they don't vanish. No matter what, at least you two truly loved each other once. Isn't that enough?"
