Qin Yinze stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, and his eyes follow Jirou's car. Until Jirou's car ran out of his sight, he still couldn't bear to look away.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Qin Yinze knows in his heart that Ji Rou has left and left him.

And she walked very thoroughly, as if she had never appeared in his life, as if she was a character he imagined.