I begged Lin Xu to take me to find Qin Shi.

I don't believe he will get married. He once said that he would never be willing to be constrained in this lifetime.

Lin Xu couldn't resist me, so he could only wrap me up thickly like a big, bloated bread.

All the way, I was thinking about how to talk to Qin Shi when I see him. Should I call him "brother" like before, or greet him like a stranger to show that I'm still angry?

In reality, when I finally saw Qin Shi, words became useless.

He leaned lazily against the chair back, legs crossed, and slender fingers holding an unlit cigarette.

When the white curtain was pulled open, a woman in a wedding dress walked up to him, her shy face looking exceptionally beautiful.

Then, Qin Shi's usually indifferent face broke into a smile that could be described as gentle.

It felt like my heart was being torn apart.

Suddenly, a tremendous pain gripped me, and I couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Didn't you say you didn't want to be constrained?

Didn't you say you would travel around the world with me?

Didn't you promise that we would always be a family?

Qin Shi, you lied to me again.

I'm dying.

In the end, all I could do was lie in bed and look at the scenery outside the window.

Lately, I don't know what Lin Xu has been busy with. I often can't see him around. But he always comforts me, saying that in a few days, he will be able to cure me.

I obediently nod and try my best to stay awake within his line of sight.

On a rainy day, a butterfly flew in through the window.

Its wings became wet, causing it to fly slowly and laboriously until it had to rest on the only potted plant.

I became captivated by watching it and remembered that day when I secretly gazed at Qin Shi's back through the glass, hoping that he would turn around and look at me.

But he didn't.

From the very beginning, we had already missed each other.

I accompanied Qin Shi on a long and distant journey, and now I'm tired.

Let Qin Shi walk the rest of the road alone.

The butterfly flew away, and I'm going to leave too.

"Goodbye, brother."

Qin Shi's perspective