The doll knocked Su Lenghan's cap off his head. He didn't move to pick up his cap and instead stared at the doll that had fallen to the ground.
He'd sent it to her, but he didn't even know why he wanted to. Perhaps deep down, he merely wanted to see her. Perhaps he wanted to do something so that he wouldn't feel this endless misery in his heart.
The doll rolled around on the ground. It was just like a heart—cast to the side of the road, with no one bothering to pick it up.
Su Lenghan stiffly stood rooted to the ground. He allowed the cold winter winds to blow across his face. The wind blasted so hard that his face hurt. He seemed to be unaware of it, but his gaze kept falling on the doll.
He scoffed in self-mockery. When Yun Bixue was by his side, he truly hadn't been sincere and didn't cherish her.
