Ye Beicheng drove all the way to the villa by the sea, but the house was cold and clear. Obviously, Qian Xue had left.

He returned to the car and rubbed his forehead with his hands. Quietly, he called and told him that Yang Qixue might have gone home.

So he quickly drove to Qian Xue's house and stopped. He stood under a locust tree and looked at the familiar beige curtain, which emitted orange light. The familiar scene made his heart sink gradually.

A few years ago, he stood under the old locust tree every time, waiting for the snow to come out, and then they dated together.

After...