Hearing her words, Song Chengfeng immediately frowned, his expression tightening with urgency.
"What do you mean by I moved on and forgot about you?" His voice was low yet steady, though it carried a trembling sincerity.
"Jianyi, there's no woman out there worth my attention except you. I was prepared to live alone and wait for you, no matter how long it took." His gaze was unwavering, eyes filled with deep affection and a determination that spoke louder than words.
In this lifetime, he would only love her.
Yet neither of them fully understood just how close Song Chengfeng had come to losing himself. If Qi Jianyi had chosen never to return, or had come back only years later, perhaps he wouldn't have been here to witness it.
Not that he would ever take his own life—but in truth, without her, he found little reason to keep going. Each passing day after she left had hollowed him out bit by bit, draining warmth and meaning from everything around him.
