Sunlight pours in from the window, the whole room is bright and warm, and the bamboo branches outside the window are still swaying. However, there will no longer be that smiling person here. He stood in the light and shadow, his figure blurred.
After a long time, he spoke in a calm tone, "Jian Yue, are you begging for my forgiveness?" Jian Yue knelt upright behind him.
"But Jian Yue, you don't know what I lost." After saying that, he left, like a gust of wind blowing by, nothing happened, and nothing was left behind. The house returned to calm, and the only thing that could be heard was the salsa of bamboo leaves outside the window.
Jian Yue's shoulders slumped weakly.