“Zi Chuan, I’m really sorry.
I could not have imagined that my own stubbornness eight years ago could end .
I never knew that all of these years, you’ve carried such a heavy burden on my behalf.
Zi Chuan, I love you.
I don’t want our love to become a burden to you.
I can also no longer confront this love between us, because it is unfair to Soul Fighter.
Zi Chuan, farewell, we shall not be meeting again.”
It was a short letter. but Shen Liangchuan did not seem to understand a word of it. He stared hard at the piece of paper in his hands.
He stared at it as though through it, he could peer into Xiao Qiao’s heart.
Curling his fingers tightly, he worked hard to regulate his breathing, but he felt a coldness that wouldn’t go away.
Gradually, his vision blurred.
All he could see now was the last sentence in the letter.
“Zi Chuan, farewell, we shall not be meeting again.”
Just like back then, when he made that final call to Xiao Qiao.
“Xiao Qiao, farewell, we shall not be meeting again.”
Then, for the next eight years, they had not contacted each other.
But this time around, how long was this farewell going to last?
He took in a deep breath, but that sharp pain and sadness in his heart wouldn’t go away.
Everyone in the room fell silent.
Xia Yehua had no idea what was written in the letter. After Shen Liangchuan had read it, she walked up to him. She wanted to say something.
But suddenly, she halted.
She stared steadily at her son.
Shen Liangchuan had always been calm and steadfast, as though nothing could ever shake him up.
Even when they left the Shen Family eight years ago, he was unruffled.
He was a person who would never show his true emotions.
In the past year, she had weathered so many ups and downs with Shen Liangchuan, yet she had never seen him .
His eyes were deep and vast as the seas. He wouldn’t be moved by the sight of the most glittery wealth, nor flinch at the most bloody carnage.
He could not contain the sorrow and pain that was growing inside him, spreading from the inside out, consuming him.
He sat there with little expression, yet everyone could feel his emotions filling the room.
No one dared to utter a word, no one wanted to disrupt him.
Xia Yehua looked at him, but the words that she had wanted to say eventually did not find their way out.
Then she looked at Shen Zihao and Xia Nuannuan and said, “Let’s go downstairs first.”
The couple exchanged a look and nodded.
As the took their leave, only Shen Liangchuan was left in the study now.
Even though it was a winter day, the room was warm from the heating.
But in this moment, Shen Liangchuan felt nothing but the icy cold.
He looked around the room and his gaze fell on the sofa by the side.
In the past, when he would be working in the study and she was bored, she would curl up in that seat reading news on her cell phone.
There would no longer be anyone occupying it.
When he thought of this, he felt like a knife had been plunged into his heart, slicing through it slowly.
His hand clutched the letter tightly.
She knew what had happened eight years ago.
He thought of the guilt he had felt during this time. He could not imagine what he could do if she also felt that way, and if she would be able to bear it.
With his fists tightly clenched, he shut his eyes.
Then the images of what had happened eight years ago surged in his mind.
There was that thing that only Soul Fighter and him knew, that incident that even Song Yuanxi wasn’t aware of.