Home alone was Yang Tian-Xu, staring at the rings and the locket on his table, always reminding him of Wang Yi-An. Sometimes he would carry the necklace with him in the inner pocket of his suit. He would take it out and miss her at the office every time he stared at them. He had been like this ever since the first time she kissed him.
He regretted not making love to her at that moment when she threw herself at him. Pathetic, he knew just how pathetic he was. A month after that day, he had moved into a new apartment. And he had been staying there instead of the Yang Manor for a month. But he still couldn’t get enough peace with his mother calling him.