Bo Siyan had left.
Ning Xia had promised not to see him off, yet she still hid behind a pillar, quietly watching his retreating figure.
Before, she did not know what it felt like to love someone. In matters of love, she had always been quite passive. Had Bo Siyan not been so domineering and forceful, perhaps she would never have understood how to love someone.
Even though they had parted ways, she bore him no resentment.
Nobody could dictate that a person must love another for a lifetime, nobody could demand that a person's heart must remain unchanged forever.
Moreover, Bo Siyan hadn't wronged her in any way.
He didn't cheat, didn't play the field, didn't lie or deceive her; instead, he told her truthfully that he no longer loved her, so he wanted to part ways.
Better to let her go than to drag her along, that must be his final tenderness towards her, the love he had once given.