Love Rises with the Wind, and Stops When the Wind Dies

“Zhou Mingluo, let’s end things here,” He Zhiwei said, trying to sound calm. He looked at her quietly and said, “All right.”

He Zhiwei got out of the car and walked away without looking back. She walked quickly, afraid she might change her mind. In the end, she couldn’t go any farther and crouched by the roadside, sobbing.

In the rearview mirror, Zhou Mingluo watched He Zhiwei grow smaller in the distance. Her slight figure looked so fragile. His breathing grew ragged and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if a part of him had been torn away.

As her figure disappeared, the two years he had spent with He Zhiwei faded away with it.