Nan Sichen stood in place for half a day, his whole being emitting a fierce chill. The servant was startled and didn't dare to speak further, even staying far away from him without moving.
He pressed his blade-like thin lips together, and after a long time, squeezed out a sentence, "Forget it."
Then he turned and left.
Qin Yin stood on the bedroom balcony, watching him drive away, her heart aching beyond measure.
But what could she do? Since they couldn't be together, it was better to break it off completely, for if they continued to entangle, it would only lead to mutual destruction.
Her hands were tightly clenched. Lately, the nightmares seemed less frequent, but still, she would have those nightmares.
Not until Nan Sichen's car completely drove out of 'Eternal Chang'an' did she silently retract her gaze, walked to the bed intending to rest for a while. She had nightmares again last night, leaving her spirit lacking today.
