After a long silence, Zhu Xueyan quietly wiped away her tears and turned to the living room.

In the kitchen, her photo album with the man has been burned to ashes.

Looking at the photo album that turned into a pile of ashes, Xiao Yang knew that from now on, Zhu Xueyan and the past, even if they said goodbye.

Even though she still needs some time to adjust herself, she should no longer be as immersed in the past as before and unable to extricate herself.

Xiao Yang went to the living room and looked at Zhu Xueyan, who was sitting on the sofa and was silent.

He said...