The very first home was where he was born, and strangely, it had not been sold. His key could still open the security door. Within the room echoed a man's laughter and a woman's scolding from the kitchen. The aroma of cooking drifted through the air, inexplicably causing his heart to tremble.
He lingered at the doorway for a long time, closing his eyes.
He knew clearly, this was the life he once longed for the most.
Yet he felt no urge to step inside.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, landing on his face.
He knew he had finally let go.
No more obsession, no more longing.
How long does it take for a person to let go of their obsessions?
Perhaps a lifetime, or perhaps just an instant.
At this moment, Gu Jianlin finally understood the dark ending he once glimpsed. He could now accept it calmly. The only thing he could not part with were the wonderful people he met along the way. Thus, he would protect them in his own way.
