After An Ruoxue left, the villa felt entirely empty. It was as if his heart had been hollowed out, leaving a vast, unfillable void. A fierce, relentless wind seemed to be howling through the gaps, rushing in with violent intensity.
An Ruoxue had been gone for only a day, yet to Rong Che, the time felt as agonizing as a century. Every second without her was unbearable.
The living room remained in disarray. Shattered glass was still scattered across the floor, and the bloodstains on the divorce agreement had dried. The crimson hue was no longer as shocking as it had been at first, yet that dry, dark stain remained an eyesore.
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