Chapter 3 After getting in the car, Orion suddenly took my hand. le gently pried my fingers open one by one, tenderly rubbing the marks I'd left from digging my nails into my palms. le asked casually: Still hurts?" shook my head, then nodded, forcing a bitter smile: seven years. I'm actually used to it by now." t's just-this house was our first home when we started dating." 'm just a little reluctant to leave, just a little." is was the truth. More than being reluctant to let go of Caspian, I was reluctant to leave this house. ter all, this house held traces of the Caspian I'd deeply loved. 1 traces of when we were in love. en though Caspian hadn't come home in seven years. it that was fine. This way, the Caspian from seven years ago would forever occupy my heart. is home was like my utopia. when packing, I thought about it and decided to only take my own things. ople have to leave their comfortable utopia eventually. what little life I had left, I couldn't keep living on these ethereal memories. ion helped me pack everything and called people to move it all. st as he was wheeling me toward the door, the wedding photo that had been hanging on the wall suddenly fell to the floor. ith a crash, glass shattered everywhere, cutting through the smiling faces in the photograph. Oh my god!" osalind's shocked voice came from outside the door. aspian strode in quickly, staring at the now destroyed wedding photo, his body suddenly rigid, osalind seized the opportunity: Ophelia, that wedding photo represents your beautiful memories together." What's the point of deliberately breaking it? On our way back, Caspian was saying he didn't want to throw away the wedding photo-he wanted to keep it! You've really hurt his feelings." Caspian turned to look at me deeply, his eyes full of disappointment: I've changed my mind." "Throw it away." "Broken things can never be put back together, no matter how hard you try." The cleaning staff who'd followed them in immediately nodded, stepped forward, and tore the photograph into countless pieces. Then threw it in the trash. I looked away, strangely calm inside. During the packing process, I'd already let go of this obsession I'd held onto for seven years. Now, it was time to leave. "Wait." Caspian walked over and grabbed me, handing me an invitation: 'Next Monday. Rosalind and my wedding." You have to come. After all these years together, you can at least give us a gift, right?" Orion's eyes reddened: Next Monday?! Ophelia won't even be-" Fine." immediately cut off Orion's words with a gentle interruption, smiling as I took the invitation. ut Caspian keenly sensed something was wrong: What?" What about Ophelia next Monday?" (0)