At that moment, his mind was filled with the thought that if only Luo Xi would come over and say "I'm sorry" or "Forgive me," he would instantly let bygones be bygones and reconcile with her.
But Luo Xi was not Chenxing, and he was not Gu Shaocheng, without such overwhelming charisma.
It was an unsolvable game.
He had pride, and so did she. Their relationship would either fizzle out or they would stubbornly fight to the bitter end.
Yan Fengchi thought about it, frustratedly raked his hands through his hair.
After a moment's contemplation, perhaps out of sight was out of mind; he stood up with long strides and left without a trace.
Alone in his car, he sped around aimlessly, not knowing where he could go.
The drifting car eventually returned to the military base and he walked straight into the shooting range.
