This bay was located in the suburbs of A City, embraced by mountains, far from the city’s flickering neon lights, and free from noisy distractions. Only a deep night as dark as velvet covered the vast sea surface.
The car rested quietly on the beach, its engine off. The bright high beams illuminated the sea surface, sparkling like tiny diamonds.
The night air was cool and mixed with the salty sea breeze. High Ji Xuan took off his jacket and wrapped it around Jing Xin, who then draped it back onto him.
“Ji Xuan, don’t argue. Put on your jacket. Your hands are colder than mine,” she insisted, holding his hand tightly.
He interlocked his fingers with hers, revealing layers of coldness. Jing Xin frowned slightly, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder.
High Ji Xuan brushed away her hair, gazing at her serene features and lost in thought. He then extended his arm to embrace her.
They sat quietly as heavy clouds obscured the moonlight, the night dark and deep, concealing the grief on his face.
“Jing Xin, I’m going to the US next month and might be gone for a while. If the company has any problems, ask Dad, okay?” His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with subtle sorrow.
“Why didn’t you mention this before? How long will you be gone?” Jing Xin shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position in his arms.
“There’s an issue with the company, a last-minute decision. Might be a while, but I’ll definitely return before our wedding.” His chin rested on her head as he gently stroked her hair.
It was already the 25th, and he needed to handle work matters in the remaining days. Most importantly, he needed to go to Macau to talk to Jiang Xiang Yang. He knew Jiang Xiang Yang had never let go of Jing Xin and that Jing Xin had always loved him. Perhaps this was unfair to Xin Yao, but wasn’t pushing Jing Xin into Xiang Yang’s arms equally unfair? Love was never about charity or sympathy; there was never true fairness.
