8
I've packed and sold all my belongings, leaving only a few pieces of clothing for myself.
For someone whose life is about to run out of fuel, there's no need for too much luggage.
Memories of Yuanyuan have filled everything within me.
I randomly booked a ticket for an aimless journey, indifferent to where the destination is or what I might encounter along the way.
I just want to use my limited time to truly witness the beauty of my homeland.
When I opened the door of my temporary rented apartment, ready to go out, I was surprised to find He Chen standing outside with red eyes and a haggard face.
Seeing me open the door, he excitedly stepped forward to hug me.
But I stepped back, avoiding him.
Seeing my evasive move, He Chen felt a sudden pain in his heart and asked me pleadingly, "I know, Yuanyuan's death is my fault, but can't you forgive me? I'll do everything in my power to make up for my mistakes!"