But when he stepped out into the garden, it was empty.
Third Young Master Jun's car had already left.
Only a faint sense of sadness and regret lingered in the air.
"Third Young Master is gone," Feiyu said blankly, staring at the empty garden.
Ye Lu's lips, thin as tissue, trembled slightly, her fingers under the sleeve of her shirt slowly clenched, and then she nonchalantly turned and walked back into the villa, up the stairs, and into her room.
She had just thought to lie down on the bed to rest for a while.
But she saw that Third Young Master Jun's suit jacket was still on the bed, the one he had left behind when he barged in and slept there last night.
She stared at the suit for a moment, spaced out.
She picked it up, intending to have the servants clean it.
As she picked up the clothing, an engagement ring slipped from the pocket and fell to the floor.
