She rushed back to the bedroom.
Indeed, a note was pressed on the desk.
Nowadays, there aren't many who still leave notes. But this was unmistakably written by Huang Xiaojue.
"Xixi, I'm much better now, you don't need to worry about my injuries. These past half a month have been the happiest time of my life. When I was injured, I thought the entire world had completely crumbled, but because of you, I've come back to life…"
When he stood beneath the viewing platform at Harvard, enduring pain, life began to grow anew.
At that time, he had no expectations, only wishing to take one last distant glance and leave, for he knew she no longer belonged to him, she had her own world… Yet, amidst the crowded ocean of people, she left solitary, in such an unnoticed setting, seeing him—this was fate, also an unspoken understanding—
Her feelings for him were deeper than he imagined.
