Outside the pitch-black house stood a man!
It was none other than Duan Feixun!
He gazed at the familiar home, the familiar scent, only, the familiar person was no longer there!
He used his key to open the front door, the entire room so dark that one couldn't see their own fingers before them.
He didn't turn on the lights, letting the darkness swallow him whole.
Duan Feixun had called Zheng Tong, but her phone was turned off.
He went to the clinic to find her, but she wasn't there, and the clinic was also closing down.
She refused to see him!
She didn't want to see him!
It was all his own fault!
He had never expected that Zheng Tong would go to such lengths to get him out!
But, he ended up letting her down.
For a man in his thirties to talk about starting a romance, it was indeed a matter that evoked empathy and sighs.
Yet, what he wanted was to live with a woman—that was the stark reality.
But this reality, he cruelly shattered himself.
