Just as the two were at an impasse, Zhou Mobei's voice came from the side: "Li'er, I'm still feeling a little unwell, can you lie down with me for a while?"

There's only one master bedroom in the house; the other one has been converted into a study and is completely unusable for sleeping.

Lu Zheng had been somewhat hopeful until Jiang Li'er spoke, completely shattering his naiveté.

"Mo Bei, go lie down in the master bedroom first, and I'll call the family doctor."

She then turned to Lu Zheng with an icy expression, a stark contrast to her gentle demeanor towards Zhou Mobei just moments before, and said, "Lu Zheng, you were the one who said we should break up."

"I promise you, as long as you don't kneel down and beg me to make up with you!"

Lu Zheng took a deep drag on his cigarette, the ash falling onto the carpet. He looked at Jiang Li'er with a complicated expression, the last trace of lingering affection in his heart dissipating with the wind.

His appearance surprised Jiang Li'er.

But then Zhou Mobei's voice came from behind, "Li'er, I feel a little dizzy."

Jiang Li'er turned around, her eyes softening instantly, and gently reassured her, "Don't worry, the doctor will be here soon. I'll come to be with you right away."

She turned and hurried toward the master bedroom, leaving Lu Zheng standing alone, the cigarette butt burning out between his fingers.

Looking at the empty house, Lu Zheng turned around and walked firmly toward the door, his shadow stretching long in the dim light.

During this time, Lu Zheng decided to stay in the hotel alone to take care of his sister's affairs.

Lu Yue never enjoyed a single day of happiness during her lifetime, and as her older brother, all he could do was try his best to give her a dignified funeral after her death.

By the time he finished arranging his sister's funeral, it was almost the Lantern Festival.

In the past few days, he hasn't received a single call or message from Jiang Li'er.

She seemed to have forgotten about him, and even deleted all posts about him from her WeChat Moments.

Zhou Mobei updates his posts every day, practically spamming the screen.

Today we watch the snow, tomorrow we admire the plum blossoms, and the day after tomorrow we pay homage to Buddha.

Jiang Li'er's shadow is in every photo, even though only half of her figure is shown. Having spent ten years together, he naturally knows her very well.

The comments section was buzzing with excitement, with everyone eager to congratulate the two of them.

"This person must be Jiang Li'er. Congratulations to Brother Bei for finally winning the heart of his beauty!"

"It's true that true love prevails in the end. Congratulations! When are you having your wedding banquet? Remember to invite us!"

"That's right, when you two got together it was a huge event that caused a sensation throughout the whole school. We all looked forward to your wedding!"

Lu Zheng didn't look again. He locked his phone and turned his gaze to the window. The fireworks of the Lantern Festival were blooming in the night sky, but they couldn't penetrate the darkness in his heart.

After returning home, Lu Zheng quickly packed his luggage, but the room was still a mess.

There was even a pair of underwear that didn't belong to him left on the bed.

The door behind him creaked open, and someone moved closer, blowing hot air into his ear.

"Lu Zheng, are you still angry with me?"

His body was stiff, but his heart was already as calm as still water.

Normally, he would have held Jiang Li'er in his arms, and the two would have shared a passionate kiss, and that would have been the end of it.

But now, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Jiang Lier.