Chapter 64

She didn't have anything with her, and she didn't have anything to take with her. She put down the pen and walked straight out like a puppet that was being held in place by a string. The night was so dark, so thick that it seemed like an unbreakable fog.

She walked the path three or five times a day, measured each step she took, from here to the gate, two hundred and thirty-six paces, and when she thought of him, she would walk it once, counting the numbers with pleasure, and he would walk it, too, and she seemed to be closer to him as she walked on his footprints.

She had only lived here for a few months, but it felt like she had used up half her life.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, but she couldn't see where she was going. From afar, she threw the light behind her and from far away, she buried her heart in the courtyard of Meng Family.

In the end, she still hadn't. Henceforth, the sky and the seas were vast, Meng Shaoting, Shao Ting!

You are just you, not Fu Jingzhi's husband, and I am also just me, not Meng Shaoting's wife.

You won't understand, and I won't let you know just how happy I was to be Meng Shaoting's wife, Meng Shaoting's wife, over and over again in my dreams.

What a lovely word it was, it was more than a thousand words of I love you, but I could never say it again, not even in my dreams.

The Meng Family's gate is already close by, as long as I step out, I will not be able to turn back. No, even if I turn back now, it would be in vain.

Quiet And Steadfast warned himself over and over in his heart that he shouldn't look back, but he still couldn't help but turn around.

She just wanted to look at the west window where she'd been sitting all day reading. She just wanted to see the oath she'd left in the snow.

But there was no light in the west window. It was a thick black.

The snowman had long since melted and was mixed with the earth. The line of words had been blown away by the wind and could no longer be touched.

It turned out that this conclusion had already been decided from the very beginning.

How could an oath written in snow be called an oath?

The snow would melt, and the words spoken would only be blown away by a gust of wind.

Quiet And Steadfast didn't hesitate any longer and stepped out of the door.

That magnificent cage, that bright and beautiful coffin, that charming and enchanting perfume den, that place of reincarnation that made one unable to live or die.

There was no need to go back.