The plane took off, soaring into the clouds.
Soon, it became just a speck, no larger than a bird, and finally, it disappeared altogether into the vast sky.
A pristine, cloudless expanse—leaving not a trace behind.
Jiang Zhixun stood there motionless, feeling as though the soul within him had been carried away by Shen Qingqing.
His heart was left utterly hollow.
His body was weak, directionless, adrift in a haze...
He didn't know when Shen Qingqing would return.
Nor did he know if there was still a way forward for their relationship.
The resolute lines of his face were suffused with an expression of deep bewilderment.
He couldn't go abroad to find Qingqing; the only thing he could do was send her money.
If she wouldn't accept it, he would send it to her doctor.
Beyond that, there was nothing else he could do to help her.
A long time passed.
So long, in fact, that the sun rose, illuminating the entire city, before Jiang Zhixun finally left by car.
