Meng Zhuqing actually really wanted to call Tobanya back; Tobanya was the person he cherished in his heart, how could he bear to let her leave like that? But he couldn't.
With his face now a ghastly sight, he didn't want her to catch even a glimpse of him...
Enduring the agony in his heart, Meng Zhuqing sat there, letting Tobanya walk out step by step.
Only when he couldn't hear any sound from outside did Meng Zhuqing put down the teacup in his hand, slowly turned his head, and looked towards the door.
There was no longer any sign of Tobanya at the doorway, only the tranquil night and the bright moon.
Meng Zhuqing closed his eyes, then rose to his feet, walked over, and closed the door.
He had intended to extinguish the lamp and go to bed, but on reaching the lamp, he turned back, settled on the stool he was sitting on before, and stared at the spot where Tobanya had been sitting.