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The sound of footsteps had already disappeared from his ears.

In that moment, Wen Yanqing’s heart fell, shattering into pieces.

The fragmented shards spread throughout his chest, reflecting a mournful light, in disarray and chaos.

Who had cruelly clenched it, bleeding everywhere? Was it pain? Not even the word “pain” could describe it.

A metallic sweetness rose in Wen Yanqing’s throat, while severe pain attacked him from all directions, threatening to engulf his consciousness.

Wen Yanqing forced himself to stand up, and, enduring the pain, groped his way to the door, chasing after her in a disheveled state.

“Mr. Wen!” Aunt Zhong steadied him as he staggered.

Wen Yanqing pushed her away, but Aunt Zhong held on tight: “Miss Lin has already left by car, Mr. Wen. Before she left, she asked me to tell you, since you’ve made your decision, don’t chase after her.”

Wen Yanqing tasted the blood in his mouth: “She’s gone…”

“It’s okay, Sir. Calm down,” Aunt Zhong couldn’t bear to see him so distraught and comforted him: “She’ll come back.”

“She won’t come back; she came to say goodbye to me.”

“You go back to your room and rest. The doctor you booked will come in a bit,” Aunt Zhong helped him along.

“I didn’t book a doctor,” Wen Yanqing said in a hoarse voice, looking in the direction of her departure.

In the room.

Aunt Zhong looked at the almost untouched dinner and sighed deeply.

The doctor arrived soon after and conducted a thorough examination.

“Relax and get some good rest, Mr. Wen. The basic examination didn’t find any problems, but if you still feel unwell, you should get a CT scan at the hospital.”

The doctor reminded Wen Yanqing to remember to take his medication on time, and Aunt Zhong, listening on the side, noted down everything he said with care.

No matter how long the night was, dawn would eventually break.

The next day, Aunt Zhong came over from the servants’ quarters to start work and saw Lin Gantang in the corridor.

“Is Uncle Wen here?”

“He isn’t. I heard he has some arrangements and will be out for a few days,” said Aunt Zhong.

Lin Gantang walked into the house: “Tell the other servants not to make a fuss when they see me and not to let Yanqing know I’m here.”

Aunt Zhong agreed but hesitated, “Miss Lin, why do you have to do this? Right now, Mr. Wen is very heartbroken, thinking that you really left.”

“I’m helping him decide,” Lin Gantang’s eyes were clear and bright. “If I don’t do this, one day I’ll actually leave for good. He has to go through this sooner or later; what difference does it make if it’s sooner or later?”

“This…”

“Aunt Zhong, just do as I say,” Lin Gantang insisted.

Lin Gantang and Aunt Zhong went upstairs, and Lin Gantang gestured for her to open the door.

After Wen Yanqing became blind, unless Lin Gantang was with him, the door was never locked when he was alone, to avoid any inconvenience should an emergency arise.

The door clicked open: “Sir, I have prepared your toiletry items.”

Lin Gantang entered the room and saw the fatigued face of Wen Yanqing.

He hadn’t slept all night.

Lin Gantang watched from afar, not approaching.

Later in the morning, Yi Qian came by, and Lin Gantang returned to a guest room without coming out.

The last time Yi Qian had helped hide something from her, Lin Gantang figured it out—Yi Qian was someone who stood by Wen Yanqing’s side, keeping things close to the chest. It was best not to go out and let him see her, so he wouldn’t turn around and tell Wen Yanqing she was at the Wen family’s house.

Yi Qian noticed something was off with Wen Yanqing’s condition and looked around, not finding Lin Gantang anywhere, puzzled.

What was going on? Weren’t this couple always inseparable, sticking together every day?

“Isn’t Miss Lin here?” Yi Qian asked impulsively.

“She’s not here, and she will no longer be. There’s no need to ask about her,” Wen Yanqing said hoarsely.

Yi Qian stopped in his tracks, stunned. Had they broken up?