Those purple eyes looked straight over, and everything they could see was desolate. He heard her voice still as cold as snow: "Without you, I still live well, live... Better."
He only let out a soft "Huh" for a while and then turned away.
The snow in the capital was falling like catkins, and outside the window covered by the green curtain was a tree of dead plum blossoms. It was planted by him for the sake of the person in front of him. He still remembers what she said, the flowers she liked, and all the traces of her love.
Just...
"You, let's go, don't come again." He raised his head and looked at her quietly, the candle flickered slightly, and his face was bright and dark.
It's just that he can no longer afford it forever.