Outside, the wind suddenly picked up, rattling the window lattice softly. A fallen leaf drifted inside and landed on Shen Niantang's shoulder. Lu Hanze reached out as if to brush it away, but stopped halfway. He withdrew his hand, his gaze dimming.
"I understand."
Shen Niantang looked at his desolate expression and felt a pang of sympathy, but she knew that kindness right now would only cause him more pain. She said softly,
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