He walked unsteadily to the sofa, his large frame sinking into its cushions. He did not cry loudly or roar in pain; he sat in silent, suffocating stillness.
His head slightly lowered, hair covering his eyes, he was surrounded by immense sadness, like an invisible cage.
Alone in that sorrow, he faced a prison with no escape.
Jingxin approached, encircling him and drawing his head into her embrace. She whispered, “Xiangyang, cry if you want to. Don’t hold it inside.”
The man’s body trembled slightly, his hands hanging limply, powerless.
Jingxin held him tighter, her choked voice asserting, “I’ll be sad with you.”
Tears flowed uncontrollably as he cried like a wounded child. Hot tears dripped onto Jingxin’s hand, soaking her palm.
Jingxin’s tears fell into his hair.
They quietly embraced and wept. For the first time, Jiang Xiangyang felt that even if the world collapsed, one person still cared for him. The woman’s voice was as firm as a rock: “I’ll be sad with you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three: Entrusting
After handling his mother’s funeral, Jiang Xiangyang’s last concern was gone. It was time to begin his life.
Leaning back in a large chair, the thick rosewood door blocked the noisy sounds below. The woman’s elegant face appeared in his mind. What would her life be like after he left? Although they hadn’t formally registered their marriage, he had promised to marry her in front of his mother, and she had become his woman.
That traditional girl must have placed great importance on her first time.
Rubbing his aching forehead, he lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought. San Bao and Jian Xiong knocked and entered.
“Brother Jiang, are you really going to Macau?” San Bao asked with concern.
“Mm, I’ll be leaving in a couple of days,” Jiang Xiangyang replied, exhaling a thick plume of smoke.
It was decided. Macau was definitely happening. As for that woman, he would arrange a good life for her before leaving, ensuring she could live peacefully. Leaving her here would at least guarantee her safety. Besides two or three trusted confidants like San Bao, no one knew Jingxin was his woman.
“Brother Jiang, we’ll go with you,” they said in unison.
