In May, the heat of Rong City was overwhelming.
Feng Chengxuan stood before the shadowy carved window, clutching the invitation tightly, his eyes bloodshot.
Behind him, Li Zhi watched his desolate back, and finally, her heart trembled slightly.
He had been standing here for two days, since the moment he had received Su Xin's marriage certificate. For a whole two days and nights, he hadn't closed his eyes, maintaining the same stance, motionless.
Su Xin... was finally married, from now on no longer disrupting her married life?
For some reason, Li Zhi felt she should have been overjoyed at this moment, but seeing Feng Chengxuan in this state...
And why did Su Xin make such a choice? Why? Amidst the chaos, she seemed to sense something was amiss.
Pausing, she clutched the hem of her dress and said, "Chengxuan..."
But before she could finish, a weary voice came from ahead, "Go out, I don't want to talk to you."
