Tian Lingyun gently broke free from his hand, she pushed open the car door and got out. Bo Jingnian watched her resolute back, his heart feeling as if a large hole had been chiseled in it, letting coldness seep in.
Instinctively, he clenched his fist, wanting to hold onto the warmth lingering at his fingertips, only to realize it was in vain.
He followed her out of the car and took out the luggage from the trunk. Tian Lingyun silently took the suitcase, pulled it through the gate of the apartment complex, and with a bang, they were separated, one inside, one out.
Bo Jingnian stood in the icy snow, with the last bit of warmth in his body taken away. He stood there with a wooden expression for a long, long time, almost turning into a snow sculpture.
Tian Lingyun returned to the apartment, which had been uninhabited for too long, and a thick layer of dust covered it. She placed the suitcase at the doorway, took off her coat, and set about uncovering the dust covers on the furniture.
