Seeing Bai Yaoyao holding her luggage, Xirong Ziye had a sudden urge to take it away from her . However, his hands gripped only empty air at his sides, and he could only stare as she walked towards the door .

“It's still raining outside . Leave tomorrow!”

Bai Yaoyao froze . She thought that he would try to make her stay and say that he chose her . Indeed, deep inside, she was looking forward to such a moment .

This man had hurt her too deeply .

She wouldn't keep her feelings for him, nor would she miss him .

Her pause didn't last that long . After a moment, she continued to walk out of the villa, ignoring the pouring rain outside .

Xirong Ziye opened an umbrella over Bai Yaoyao's head, but she just turned around and said, “Thank you, but I'm okay . I can leave on my own . ”

“I'll send you off . ”

“No, don't let the reporters see this . ”

This single sentence caused Xirong Ziye to pause in his steps . The White House used to be a private venue, and reporters couldn't enter easily . However, ever since his engagement, reporters started appearing all around the place . No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't wrap his head around it—he felt that someone had hired these reporters on purpose . It was probably done by the elders who protested against his presidency or the officials that he had pressured before .

Bai Yaoyao did not bother with the umbrella . She allowed the rain to soak her clothes, as though it would make her feel more alive .

The night sky was dark, and the rain fell like tears .

After leaving the White House, she boarded a luxurious black car and left quickly .

Xirong Ziye stared at Bai Yaoyao's departing figure, which was slowly disappearing from his sight . His heart felt numb and empty, as though he had just lost everything .

He dropped his umbrella and chased after her, but the streets were now empty . The only sound he could hear was coming from the heavy downpour . It seemed like Bai Yaoyao simply vanished into thin air .

Xirong Ziye shouted, “Yaoyao! Yaoyao!”

He shouted her name over and over again, as though he had lost all his bearings . He felt like he could only feel better shouting in this manner .

In the end, Xirong Ziye was dragged back into the villa by a specially trained bodyguard .

When he was finally inside, Xirong Ziye sat in the empty house, which reflected the emptiness he felt inside . It suddenly felt unbearable to be there .

Just as he was struggling with his true feelings, his phone rang—Xiamu Qingyan's name appeared on the screen of his cell phone .

Xirong Ziye answered the call, but did not speak .

He heard Xiamu Qingyan's voice saying, “Ziye, are you okay? Are you home? It's raining, so I'm a little worried about you . ”

Xiamu Qingyan's gentle voice was like a spring wind blowing past him, slowly warming his numb heart as he regained his senses .

“Where are you? Ziye?”

After a while, Xirong Ziye replied slowly, “I'm okay . I've already arrived home . Don't worry . ”

“My father said that you left your bag here, so I'll bring it over to you . I'm already on my way there . ”

After hearing her words, Xirong Ziye knew that he couldn't afford to stay at the White House any longer . He promptly left and returned to his villa .

Yun Bilu was in the car that Bai Yaoyao got on . She didn't talk and simply held the latter's hand tightly, silently comforting and providing her some strength .

In the background, a song was playing in the car . It was a trending song called “If Only Life Was Like Our First Meeting . ”

The lyrics echoed softly inside the car . “When we first met, our ignorant selves, those youthful days, those unforgettable times… When that time pa.s.ses, both you and I… carved those memories deep within our hearts…”