"Why do I imagine you could always be with me, but the real you only hides from me?"
Dan Tingye stared at the wooden carving that slightly resembled Meimei, several times wanting to modify her face, but in the end didn't take the knife to it.
Fifteen years, he hadn't seen her once, his mind was filled only with her image before she left, relying on the memory, imagining her appearance, this was his memory, a memory he wanted her to know.
He never forgot her for a single day, this safe held all his youth, all the madness belonging to his youth...
But she was indifferent.
Dan Tingye's gaze gradually turned icy inch by inch, he took the wooden carving in his hand and returned to his desk, placing the carving on the table, his tall figure sunk into the office chair.
His gaze never left the wooden carving before him, just quietly staring, no one knew what he was thinking about.
