A fashion queen

Song Yuhang stared at her resolute face, feeling a deep sense of helplessness and sighs. Even so, how could he easily give up his deep feelings for her? He always believed that as long as he protected her wholeheartedly, one day, she would be moved.

However, at the same moment, Song Yuhang was not the only one who was heartbroken.

Mo Yunting silently put out the cigarette in his hand. His eyes, as deep as the stars in the night, stared motionlessly at a villa in front of him under the moonlight, his eyes revealing endless attachment and pain.

From the moment he learned her true identity, he forced himself to let go of his obsession with her, but the longing deep within him gnawed at his thoughts like an ant. The indelible pain of longing compelled him to turn his longing into action, traveling to where she lived with her parents. There, he silently observed her every move.

He knew clearly that after she was discharged from the hospital, she had returned home, facing her parents' scolding. He also knew that she and Song Yuhang had not broken off their engagement and remained engaged. He also heard that her parents often urged her not to let Song Yuhang down... and urged them to get married quickly. He also knew that after she regained her memory, she found a clerical job and lived an ordinary office life.

She had been like a well-behaved cat, quietly nestling in his warm, broad embrace, whispering to him her deepest feelings. She had told him with absolute certainty that no matter how time passed or how the world changed, her love for him would always be as solid as a rock, unwavering and unwavering; no matter how many ups and downs they had experienced, or how many men they had met, she would choose to spend her life with him without hesitation.

However, fate always plays tricks on us, and reality is often more cruel and merciless than imagined. A full month had passed since she quietly left. During that time, the two of them had been like two parallel lines, never to intersect. In the stillness of the night, endless longing washed over him like a tide, keeping him awake. Every moment, the pain of not having her was like an incomparably sharp dagger, mercilessly piercing his already shattered heart. What were once beautiful memories had now become a haunting nightmare.

Recalling the days they spent together, every scene, every moment, became a treasure he cherished most in his heart. And what about her? Without his company, could she still live a carefree, fulfilling life? Did she know that somewhere in this world, there was a man who worried day and night about her, heartbroken and devastated?

After taking a deep breath, Mo Yunting silently raised his gaze again. This had become a habit he had developed recently. Whenever longing washed over him like a tidal wave, he couldn't help but stand under the nightlight, silently lighting a cigarette and gazing in the direction where she once lived, as if this way he could sense her presence from afar.

Although he was filled with endless longing and desire for her in his heart, he always lacked the courage to face her. Every time he thought of her strange and indifferent eyes, he felt a pain in his heart, as if his whole body was paralyzed by an indescribable force and lost the ability to move.

The cool night breeze brushed against his face, bringing a slight chill, yet he remained as still as a statue, unmoving. In the world of love, he had always been a predatory and aggressive person, never giving up easily on the woman he loved. However, with her, everything changed. She was not only Yuhang's fiancée, but also someone who had long forgotten his existence. If he continued to cling to her stubbornness, he would probably only destroy their precious friendship.

Therefore, he had no choice but to endure the excruciating pain in his heart and choose to love her in this silent and protective way. Perhaps to outsiders, this seemed a bit humble and helpless, but only he knew that this was the wisest choice at the moment. So be it, let this deep love be hidden in the deepest part of his heart...