C13 Chapter 13

Xia Tinghan stood in the field and thought about it for a long time. Even if he couldn't let it go, he had to force himself to walk out. Being trapped in a beautiful memory forever would only erase the last bit of affection he had for Lian Muqing.

Even if the beginning of everything was a conspiracy, he couldn't deny that Lian Muqing had given him incomparable joy.

In fact, he could have broken up with her. They had tortured each other for so long, and his initial wish hadn't come true. Instead of torturing Lian Muqing, he had thrown himself into it.

Now that he had crashed into the south wall, his head was bleeding, and he had suffered a crushing defeat.

Xia Tinghan packed his luggage and bid farewell to the owner of the house. The owner sincerely offered to pay back half a month's rent, but Xia Tinghan rejected it with a smile, telling them that this was his best memory and that money could not buy it.

Xia Tinghan walked alone on the streets of Paris. This was not the first time he had been here, but it was the first time he had looked at it so carefully.

The streets of Paris were ancient and mysterious. It could be seen that it was a romantic and shy country. Everywhere was as beautiful as oil paintings.

Xia Tinghan did not have any destination, and his sense of direction was not very good. Along the way, he stopped and walked to many places.

The Eiffel Tower had been part of his plan, and he had hoped that one day he'd be able to come with Lian Muqing.

He didn't know why, but he wanted to go to the most romantic place with the person he loved the most.

Xia Tinghan hadn't stayed here for long, and the memories always made his heart ache.

Xia Tinghan went to the Seine. It was quiet and beautiful. The setting sun cast a layer of gold on the Seine, making it look like a noble woman.

There were many ancient churches on both sides of the river. This was the place he had once yearned for, solemn and sacred.

Xia Tinghan could not control his consciousness and walked into the church. Coincidentally, there was a couple bowing today.

There was one good thing about being a foreigner. He did not care who you were, as long as you were blessed, you could attend the ceremony together.

Xia Tinghan quietly found a corner and looked at the solemn oaths and happy kisses of the newlyweds. His tears could not help but flow down his face, and he smiled bitterly.

Perhaps his eyes were stung by happiness, and his heart was burned. Xia Tinghan once again walked aimlessly on the streets of Paris.

Xia Tinghan did not have much luggage, only a small suitcase.

Xia Tinghan picked up his luggage and found a decent-looking bar.

The bar there was different from those in China. The dance floor was filled with sexy blonde girls. Of course, there were also gentlemen in the day and handsome men who indulged themselves at night.

Although the bar was very noisy, Xia Tinghan felt at ease. Being surrounded by such an environment, he would at least forget about Lian Muqing for a moment.

The barman was a handsome man, with eyes like a whirlpool when he smiled, but the barman had picked the wrong man, and he didn't have the slightest idea of indulgence, let alone OnEnIgHt.

The bartender saw that Xia Tinghan did not have the intention to do so and shrugged his shoulders, expressing his regret.

The bartender was very professional and asked Xia Tinghan what he wanted to drink.

"The strongest wine." Xia Tinghan really wanted to get drunk. He had heard that getting drunk could solve a thousand worries.

"How about TOMORROW?"

Xia Tinghan just wanted to sleep. He didn't care what he drank. It would be best if he could return to seventeen in one night. That way, he could start over and regain his grandfather's smile.