She took a deep breath. "And my future shouldn't be bound to your sense of responsibility."
Cicadas shrilled outside, and the summer night's hot wind poured in through the window.
Jiang Yu'an's eyes reddened. "So... that's it?"
Meng Qingyan straightened the star projector, and the Milky Way began flowing across the ceiling again. "Yes. Let's leave it at that."
Before leaving, Jiang Yu'an stood by the door for a long time.
"Could I... have one last hug?" he asked.
Meng Qingyan didn't answer. She simply walked over and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. The scent of mint filled her senses, just as it had last winter when he had wrapped a scarf around her.
His arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to press her into his very bones.
