His slender figure was wrapped in a long black trench coat, yet he was colder than the night itself.
He looked down at his palm.
The ring lay in his hand, like a meaningless piece of trash.
It shone with a light mocked by the moonlight.
He lightly tapped his knuckles together, as if trying to sense how long the ring had been on his hand—
It's been too long.
So long ago, even he himself had forgotten that there was a time when he would do anything to avoid taking it off.
Now it's become a joke.
He raised his hand, and with a "clink," he tossed it away crisply and cleanly.
The ring bounced twice on the ground, rolled into the shadows, and then fell silent.
His eyes remained completely expressionless.
Without even looking in the direction it landed, he turned and stepped onto the gangway.
The wind lifted the hem of his trench coat, and also lifted a hint of unfamiliarity onto that once familiar face.
That coldness and hardness was no longer an uncontrollable obsession.
Rather, it is the numbness that comes after completely eliminating emotions.
Those eyes, which once held anger and emotion, now seemed to have sunk completely to the bottom of the sea, deep, black, and bottomless.
His condition has indeed improved.
Even all emotions were healed.
He was like a reforged knife, clean, sharp, and devoid of any lingering emotions.
Its exterior remains as handsome as ever.
But the burning passion and madness of the past were gone, and even the hatred seemed mild.
The people sent by the Jin family stood at the top of the gangway and spoke respectfully.
"Young Master Jing, shall we depart now?"
He paused in his steps.
The night wind dimmed the light in his eyes.
The next second, he spoke in a low voice—
"……Wait a moment."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and glanced back. His gaze wasn't intense, but it left people with an indescribable meaning.
The attendant instinctively took half a step forward.
"yes,"
Jingmin didn't speak again.
He walked a few steps in the direction of that dim shadow, his back tall and silent.
………
Half an hour later, the private plane slowly took off from the runway.
The night that pierced through Haicheng vanished completely on the horizon.
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