Shi Jingzhou stopped in his tracks.
The evening sea breeze was especially merciless, stinging Qiao Zhiyi's face.
Qiao Zhiyi moved her wrist, but Shi Jingzhou held it very tightly, giving her no chance to escape.
"Do you really not want to be with me anymore?" Shi Jingzhou's voice, carried and scattered by the wind, sounded somewhat desolate as it reached Qiao Zhiyi's ears.
Qiao Zhiyi's heart felt a dull, faint ache.
She had thought about living with him, but it just wasn't possible.
"Yes, I don't want to anymore." Qiao Zhiyi's eyes were already wet with tears against the wind.
Shi Jingzhou's grip tightened, and Qiao Zhiyi was already numb with pain.
She looked right into his eyes, which held specks of light and were not dim.
In fact, she truly liked him and had even thought about spending her life with him. But it wasn't just about them, there were also the people around him.