After Shen Yan recovered from his injury, he washed the old pen and placed it calmly on Fu Jinhan's desk: "Return to its original owner."
This move completely defeated Fu Jinhan. He took this as a sign that she was going to draw a line once and for all. He pressed her against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, his breath hot and chaotic, and the pain and madness in his eyes that could no longer be concealed: "Shen Yan! What do you want from me? You just left five years ago, and now you come back just to torture me like this? If you dare to push away what belongs to me again..."
He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely. This kiss was full of desperate possession and five years of accumulated longing. Shen Yan didn't resist or respond, but when he kissed her deeply, a drop of cold tears fell down his cheek and dripped on the back of his hand, which made his heart shrink. He stopped suddenly and saw the bottomless sadness and exhaustion in her eyes, and a huge panic seized him.
She pushed him away gently, her voice hoarse: "Fu Jinhan, some things have been broken long ago."
After she left, Fu Jinhan sat slumped on the ground, holding the old pen tightly in his hand, like a lost child.
