"Xuanxuan, I'm leaving Lincheng City."
Huang Anyuan looked at the girl in front of him; they had long since ceased to have anything in common, and he did not know why he felt the need to see her one last time before he left.
Even after seeing her, he realized that the two, once so in sync, no longer had anything to discuss.
"Hmm," Gu Shengyin responded indifferently.
A long, profound silence followed.
"Xuanxuan, will we still keep in touch in the future?" Huang Anyuan suddenly asked.
The girl in front of him had once been one of the most important people in his life for the better part of a decade.
Yet, the affection that had accumulated over those years had dwindled in less than a year.
Gu Shengyin unequivocally rejected him, "It's better not to."
"You and I, we can't say anything. We can't be lovers, we can't be friends." Gu Shengyin articulated every word carefully, "Strangers, that's already the best relationship we can have."
