Ouyang Nuannuan returned to her room on the second floor and locked the door behind her.
She walked to the window, slightly pulling the curtain aside, and saw Shao Shuyang still standing there.
He was someone so full of vigor, but now he looked forlorn, like he had lost his soul, which pained Ouyang Nuannuan greatly.
Shao Shuyang, I'm sorry, truly sorry.
She didn't even dare to open the curtain, and when she saw him look up towards her, she shrank back.
In that moment, Ouyang Nuannuan felt a salty taste at the corner of her mouth.
She reached out to touch it and found that she was actually crying, her tears tasted salty.
After a while, Ouyang Nuannuan looked through a crack in the curtain and saw Shao Shuyang's departing figure gradually disappearing from her sight.
Ouyang Nuannuan crouched down, curled up in the corner, and began to cry.
She had forgotten what it felt like to cry before and had once thought her tear glands were defective, so she had no tears.
