After some questioning, Park Ji-chen finally learned which city Shen Ye had gone to.
It wasn't far, just next door, but the city was so big, Park Ji-shin didn't know when they would meet again.
He began working frantically. To outsiders, he appeared more ruthless and decisive than before, gradually transforming loan sharking into loans with interest rates comparable to banks. Minors were strictly prohibited from working at his nightclubs, and money laundering was also halted...
Whenever the night is quiet, Park Ji-shin would sit on the sofa where Shen Ye had sat, lie on the bed where he had lain, and feel his breath over and over again, imagining what he would be doing when he wasn't there.
Perhaps she's trying to find evidence of his money laundering, or maybe she's considering how to get rid of her status as his mistress.
Park Ji-shin lay on the bed, holding the clothes that Shen Ye had worn in his arms. Only in the quiet, deserted night would he take off the mask of the day.
Silently, I went through everything that had happened in the past few months. With each heartbeat, it felt as if this repression and pain were being pushed into my bloodstream, flowing through my limbs and bones.
It turns out that losing something is not terrible; what is terrible is losing it again and then losing it again.
He had so much he hadn't had a chance to tell Shen Ye, and he hadn't even said "I love you" to Shen Ye before he left so gracefully, without looking back.
Why did you run away, Park Ji-ye? Wouldn't it have been better to face it together? What should you do when no one is there to hold you when you're in pain?
Time flies like an arrow.
In his search for "Park Ji-ye", Park Ji-shin spent countless days and nights alone, enduring countless moments of loneliness and pain.
I don't know when it started, but he started staying up later and later, his smoking habit grew stronger, and he got into the habit of numbing himself with coffee and cigarettes, as if only in this way could he struggle in the vortex of pain.
The cigarette burned out at his fingertips, and the pain brought Park Ji-shin back to reality. In a daze, it felt like a lifetime had passed; three years had gone by in the blink of an eye.
Three years, then another three years.
It's time for you to come back, isn't it? Last time, we waited three years for you to come back, and now three years have passed again. When will you return?
He and everything around him seemed unchanged, yet everything seemed to have changed. What remained unchanged was the boy he had longed for day and night, who had never appeared.
Just like six years ago and three years ago, it disappeared so decisively.
Park Ji-shin took a deep breath and blew out the candles on the cake. Today was "Ji-ye's" birthday.
Even if he forgets everything else, he will never forget "Tomoya," nor will he forget his birthday.
After Shen Ye left, Park Ji-shin met someone who looked very much like him, but unfortunately, it wasn't him.
After sitting in Shen Ye's room for a long time, Park Ji-chen looked up at the sky. Tonight, the moon and stars in the sky were exceptionally beautiful.
He had never paid attention to the sky before. After Shenye left, Park Ji-shin would often sit alone at night and look up at the night sky, as if he could see the face he longed for day and night through the stars.
For many people, three years is a long time, but for Park Ji-shin, every minute and every second was torture.
For three years, he had been hoping every moment that his "Chiya" would return, even though he subconsciously felt that his "Chiya" might already be dead.
But as long as we hold onto our hopes and wait with good intentions, they will eventually come true, won't they?
My Ji-ye, my Jung-hwan!
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