"Let's part ways here."
Gong Chen stared at the handwriting, stunned for a long time before regaining his composure.
His throat was dry, his voice husky, "Truly heartless."
As if he had anticipated this, his face revealed no emotions.
Gong Chen placed the two letters together and took out two Kabbalah bracelets from the cabinet.
With a snap, the bracelets coiled around his wrist.
He clenched his fist, staring intently at the two sentences.
"Let's be together."
"Let's part ways here."
It was as if he had gained everything in one moment but lost it all the next.
Gong Chen's face grew paler by the second, his bloodshot eyes filled with despair. He lowered his gaze slightly, veiling the fragments of his broken heart.
"Zhiyi."
"Please, come back, will you?"
…
Three years later, at Hai Yue Bay.
The courier, Xiao Han, loaded packages one by one onto his truck.
"Miss Lin, your online store seems to be doing great this year."