He stared at her for a few seconds before leaving without another word. He didn't even touch the soup, just grabbed his coat and strode out, radiating a chilling aura...
A moment later, the door slammed shut with a heavy thud.
A shiver ran down Clara's spine.
She hugged herself tighter. It took a long time for the chill in her heart to dissipate. She wiped the corner of her eyes with her fingertips...
She wasn't made of stone; she had feelings. Of course she could sense his change today, especially since he was the man she had loved for three years.
But then she thought, thankfully... thankfully she was only momentarily moved, and didn't completely surrender!
...
After leaving the residential complex, Julian was in no rush to go back. Instead, he sat in his car and lit a cigarette.
Through the swirling smoke, he rolled down the window and looked toward Clara's apartment in the opposite building.
The bedroom light turned on just then; she must be getting ready for bed...
She truly didn't love him anymore. She wasn't affected in the slightest!
Julian's gaze grew darker.
He couldn't help but reflect on their relationship.
In fact, he had always known Clara loved him. When a young woman in her early twenties loved someone, she couldn't hide it in her eyes; she wanted to give him everything good in the world.
Perhaps her love was simply too sincere!
In today's society, sincerity and love were luxuries.
That was why he found himself reluctant to let go, even trying time and time again to make her stay and bring her back to his side.
Yes, that was it.
But these repeated rejections also made it clear to him that superficial gestures alone couldn't win Clara back.
Lost in thought, Julian finished his cigarette.
Finally, he decided that if he had to invest some real emotion to get her back, he was willing to do it...
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