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.

Its 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 wouldnt keep her feelings for him, nor would she miss him.

Her pause didnt 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 Yaoyaos head, but she just turned around and said, Thank you, but Im okay. I can leave on my own.

Ill send you off.

No, dont 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 couldnt enter easily. However, ever since his engagement, reporters started appearing all around the place. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldnt wrap his head around ithe 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 Yaoyaos 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 rangXiamu Qingyans name appeared on the screen of his cell phone.

Xirong Ziye answered the call, but did not speak.

He heard Xiamu Qingyans voice saying, Ziye, are you okay? Are you home? Its raining, so Im a little worried about you.

Xiamu Qingyans 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, Im okay. Ive already arrived home. Dont worry.

My father said that you left your bag here, so Ill bring it over to you. Im already on my way there.

After hearing her words, Xirong Ziye knew that he couldnt 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 didnt talk and simply held the latters 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 passes, both you and I carved those memories deep within our hearts