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Gu Zhichuan sighed in his heart, his emotions complicated.

That was because his indifference in the past was a stark contrast to Wen Yanqing’s attentiveness.

“I’m no longer in contact with Feng Yangyang and always return home; I’ve even prepared plenty of videos as entertainment. Do you remember the bottle of face cream I broke? I’ve replaced it. I also have a cat; it’s small and cute,” Gu Zhichuan said softly.

Lin Gantang was stunned.

She had always resented his affair with Feng Yangyang to the point of hysteria.

Lin Gantang recalled how she used to complain that he was always at work and loved Feng Yangyang more than he loved her.

The memory of her sitting in the living room alone, his promise to her forgotten, as she was left to watch a movie alone on her birthday.

Even the bottle of facial cream drifted to mind: the shards and sharp edges resulting from one of their more heated arguments.

She had asked for a cat once, but Gu Zhichuan never obliged, so she never had any company while he was not home.

Lin Gantang thought she had forgotten about those incidents, but those memories resurfaced with a vengeance.

“Do you regret your actions?” Lin Gantang murmured.

“I do.” Gu Zhichuan stood straight-backed, meeting her squarely in the eyes, admitting his faults to the one he loved.

“It’s too late for regrets. I waited for you for so many days and nights, but I don’t remember you sparing me a second thought. Not once!” Lin Gantang said.

Lin Gantang tried to leave, but Gu Zhichuan grabbed her arm and stopped her.

She glared at the hand restraining her. Gu Zhichuan got the message and immediately released her. “Ever since we separated, we’ve always parted on bad terms. Can’t we have a reasonable conversation between two adults for once? Just once, that’s all I ask.”

He sounded almost pleading.

When have you not spoken to me coldly? Aren’t you always the one who turns hostile first?” Lin Gantang snarked. “I always tried to get you to sit and talk to me, but you always refused. Now? Now, it’s too late.”

“I’m sorry,” Gu Zhichuan apologized, descending into silence.

“There’s no use dwelling on the past; I’ve moved on to a new chapter of my life, and you should, too. There is no future where we will be together again. You wronged me; I’m not going to do the same to Yanqing,” Lin Gantang said, drawing a clear line between them.

Gu Zhichuan pursed his lips tightly. “What does Wen Yanqing have that I don’t? Why can you afford him second chances but not me? Can’t we start over from scratch?”

Lin Gantang smiled, but it did not reach her eyes, which were as cold as the first drops of dew on a leaf.

“Wen Yanqing never hurt me,” she said, cutting sharper than any blade.

He had hurt her, so she walked away. Gu Zhichuan felt like he had knocked over a bottle of wine and was upset.

He stepped into her personal space and breathed, “I care for you and love you as much if not more, than he does. I can do whatever he can, give you anything that he can! Do you not have any feelings for me despite all those years we spent together?”

A gust of wind threw her hair back, exposing her arms and covering them in goosebumps. It was a cold night.

Gu Zhichuan fell silent. He took off his coat and draped it over Lin Gantang’s shoulders.

“Can’t you give me another chance?” Desperation clung to him like a shroud, but his eyes continued to glow with laser focus.

Lin Gantang was in a daze.

Gu Zhichuan had never lowered his head before, not even to her. She stayed by his side all those years, and he had never done so despite her soft, mellow coaxing.

Thousands of attempts to please him had failed to instill fidelity.

Now, here he was, acting like this after her heart lay dead.

“Who says I never gave you a chance? Have you ever considered how I waited for you my whole life?” Lin Gantang said, her words a whisper carrying on the breeze.

Why should she burden herself with the past when the future was already in her grasp?

She shrugged out of the coat. She no longer needed it, for its warmth had come too late..