Ning Xu looked at Han Jing. Now, it was only the two of them.
He didn't even know why he agreed to talk with her. Maybe he just wanted to find someone to talk to. How long had it been since he was able to talk to someone?
Ten years, perhaps?
Ever since he parted ways with A Jing, he tried to confide in someone, even if he had to make up a story about the person he loved getting married to someone else. But whether it was his friends or family, after hearing him repeat it several times, all they gave him was weariness and the advice not to bring it up again.
It's all in the past, what good is there in mentioning it?
In the eyes of others, whether his feelings were normal or abnormal, his obsession and unwillingness to let go afterwards were all seen as his fault.
Perhaps it really was his fault, but what could he do?
Hadn't he thought about letting go? How could he not have thought about it?
