"Right, right, mom has prepared a lot of delicious food for you at home." Zhou Yun wiped her tears and tugged Ye Che towards the car. After pulling for a while, she noticed that Ye Che was barely moving, seeming to be lost in thought as he scanned the surroundings. She turned her head, puzzled, and asked, "Ye Che, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing... Let's go home."
Ye Che withdrew his gaze and forced a stiff smile, responding to his mother. But in the depths of his eyes, there was a heartbreaking sense of desolation.
She still didn't come... She actually didn't come.
Xia Weiyi, do you know, at this very moment, the person I most want to see is you...
Yet, you've justified my anticipation with nothing but emptiness.
As Ye Che's car left the procuratorate's building, in the afterglow of the sunset, a small figure in a corner was stretched long and thin.
She hadn't expected Ye Che to become so decadently desolate in just one day.