Seeing the girl cry, Zhan Moxiao felt a deep ache in his heart. He especially wanted to step forward, to hug her and kiss her, to tell her that she could always come back whenever she wanted, and that he had always been waiting for her return.
But now he couldn't.
If he did that now, she wouldn't cherish it.
All people have this flaw: things that come too easily are never valued, including love.
To make her lose, to make her hurt, to make her long for it, and then to get it—only then would she truly cherish it and not so easily speak of leaving.
So, he watched her with a hardened heart, saying nothing.
Ou Lan, with her pride, finally stood up, greeted his gaze with a smile, "Mr. Zhan, goodbye; there is no set date for our next meeting."
Having said that, she turned around and walked away.
Out of his sight, her tears fell all the way.
