At the Macau Official Street’s Two Banks Cafe, the afternoon sunlight spread warm light over the outdoor cafe table where two men sat silently, letting their coffee gradually cool. Jiang Xiangyang smoked alone, occasionally glancing at the man opposite. Gao Ji Xuan seemed to have changed; compared to his childhood arrogance, he now appeared calm and gentle. Hearing from San Bao that he was about to marry Jing Xin, Jiang Xiangyang couldn’t deny his jealousy.
For years, he had avoided contemplating one question: after all his struggles, what he gained and lost, which was lighter?
What he gained was merely mere possession in the remaining years of life, regardless of liking. What was lost remained forever, a scar etched on his heart.
Towards the Sun, Father’s health has deteriorated in the past two years, with recurring ailments. He often mentions you, so you should find time to visit him. People get older, and each day could be their last. The impermanence of life and death was truly unpredictable, yet few knew how to cherish it.
Jiang Xiangyang let out a cold snort upon hearing Gao Zhanpeng’s name.
“Gao Jixuan, when did you become so long-winded? If you have something to say, just say it directly. And don’t mention that person in front of me; otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!” He raised his eyebrows, his narrow eyes filled with displeasure.
Gao Jixuan’s smile remained, unfazed by the reaction.
“Xiangyang, I actually came today because of Jing Xin!” He paused, noticing the man’s expression change at Jing Xin’s name, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
In fact, he didn’t need to probe Jiang Xiangyang; he already knew Xiangyang loved Jing Xin, and perhaps this probing was just to make himself give up.
“Xiangyang, I can’t marry Jing Xin anymore because I can’t tolerate her heart being only for you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiangyang stood up abruptly, the chair falling behind him. He grabbed Gao Jixuan’s collar, his face burning with anger, his voice cold.
“Gao Jixuan, you don’t want to live, daring to play with her emotions like this. You’re just like your father!”
