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Song Mingjian's eyes lit up as he greedily stared at the truth displayed on the piece of paper. Each word was like a silent mouth, denouncing his mistakes.

"You're so silly. Do you believe the evidence that second sister's ex-boyfriend showed you?" Song Miaoyu's tone was filled with anger as she spoke, "Or are you tired of your second sister-in-law and want to find a reason to chase her away?"

Song Mingjian's facial expression twisted, her heart was filled with regret. Song Miaoyu was right. He was truly confused. With just a little bit of 'evidence', she had swept Gu Xiangling out the door without even giving her a chance to explain herself.

It had taken him so long to get her heart, to get her love. Gu Xiangling's heartbroken expression flashed across his eyes. He finally understood why she hadn't explained herself back then.

Her heart was completely broken. How could she still have the heart to explain?

Song Mingjian's eyes flashed with genuine sadness and regret. When Song Miaoyu saw this, she could not help but sigh: "Second brother, do you regret it? "Go, go and bring Second Sister back. There is no other woman in this world who will love you more than Second Sister."

Song Mingjian waved to Ou Shihao, who was sitting in his seat, signaling him to leave.

"You and Xiang Ling didn't accept it much. How do you see how much she loves me?" Song Ming asked. Everyone said that a relationship was something the onlookers would be lost in, and the onlookers would be able to see it clearly. He wanted to know how Song Miaoyu, from an outsider's point of view, could tell how much Xiang Ling loved him.

"Have you not read Second Sister-in-law's essay? In almost every subject involving 'love', the male protagonists always have your shadow, and every male protagonist describes you so well that they deify you. If it wasn't because of extreme love, how would it be possible to pour out so many feelings? " Song Miaoyu's face was filled with a gentle and emotionless expression. At this moment, she was completely a sentimental girl.

Song Ming recalled the details of his time with Gu Xiangling. Yes, she loved him, and had given her all. Song Miaoyu was right. He was a trash. So much love for her woman, he actually didn't even trust her one bit.

Unable to wait any longer, Song Mingjian dialed Gu Xiangling's number. "Darling, I was wrong, I'm fine!"

A cold female voice came out of the phone, "Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."

Song Miaoyu shook her head at him, "She has been gone for so long, yet you have not called her? On the very night she left, the number got out of order. "

Song Mingjian then busied himself with checking the communication software. In all the software, Gu Xiangling was still her good friend, but without exception, her profile picture was all gray. She clicked into space and all updates stopped a few days before she left.

Song Mingjian felt as if his heart was being viciously squeezed, the pain making his breathing quicken. It was so decisive, so straightforward, so clean. He didn't leave any thoughts or opportunities for him.

He slowly sat down in the leather swivel chair. For the first time in his life, she felt powerless. How much hatred did Gu Xiangling have in her heart, that was why she was able to decisively sever all her emotional ties with the Intellectual Sword.

She was afraid that she had already given up on him. A woman's heart can be healed if it is damaged. Only a dead heart can never be restored to its original state. Song Mingjian strolled to the window, looking down at the endless stream of people.

From so far away, he could still see a couple walking hand in hand. They could be together with their loved ones, and even though the pressure in life would be great, they would still be together.

Two new swallows with snipped tails whispered, flapping their wings as they flew past the window. As Song Ming watched them fly off, his eyes became moist. Even a swallow can fly with its mate.

And in this life, would there still be fate between him and Gu Xiangling? He gazed into the distance, past the tall buildings in the city, to the faintly discernible mountain peak.

Suddenly, a few lines of poetry appeared in his mind, "Last night, the west wind blew the green trees up to the tall buildings and looked out across the world. If you want to send a colored letter and a piece of ink, where would you like to know how big the mountain is? "