Chapter 49 Goodbye, Hometown.

The next morning, at four o'clock,

Zhang Yuan woke up from his sleep, having surprisingly slept quite well last night.

He couldn't quite figure out whether he had experienced a time of joy or a time of pain.

He stroked the girl's smooth hair, ready to leave.

This feeling was strange, not very comfortable.

After getting dressed, Zhang Yuan wrote a line on a note by the bedside table, "I've left, goodbye."

"Wishing you a happy life, may you live to two hundred years old."

He turned to take one last look at the girl still deep in sleep, then turned and left the room.

In fact, Han Ziyue had woken up a while ago, she just buried her head in the pillow, secretly crying, unable to stop at all.

Some things are known all along, yet when they truly happen, they are still hard to bear.

Is it the feeling of a moth darting into the flame?

Irresistibly drawn to it, burning oneself to ashes...

It was still early, the sun had not yet risen from the east, and the streets were empty.