With a "pop" sound, his favorite folding fan was thrown to the ground by the person he loved most.
The fan bones were scattered all over the floor, like his heart.
"Sir..."
That folding fan was the first gift that Xiang Likai gave him when they first met, and Shi Meoyuan regarded it as a treasure.
"Shi Yuyuan, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
If he leaves him, he is like a fish out of water.
Even with oxygen, his life would not be long.
The struggle was too painful, so he chose to escape.
When the wood is awakened and the table is dropped, the journey comes to an end.
The last time he stepped down from the stage and bowed was the curtain call for his life.
It doesn't matter.
Shi Meiyuan, you are really worthless.
I originally thought that we could walk side by side forever, and that we could see the future with one heart and one mind.
It's a pity that there is no chance and I want to leave.
Xiang Likai, you win.
Intention: Even if everything is the best arrangement, there is no real perfection in life.