The Jasmine Scented White Moonlight

Chapter 29 - Surgery

Shen Shuyun sat alone in the living room, this huge house was no longer his home.

He really wanted to cry, but at this moment, he couldn't squeeze out a single tear. Those salty, wet drops stubbornly lingered in his eyes, making them burn and swell, but he couldn't make them fall.

After all, he's in his thirties. How could he cry just because he wanted to?

Shen Shuyun sighed, stood up from the sofa, and dragged his heavy steps toward the stairs—the bedroom was on the second floor, and now, he had to pack up all his things and leave this home.

Everything in this world carries memories, which is why people develop feelings for them and this villa was no exception. Shen Shuyun had put in a lot of effort to make it warmer and more "homey." Almost every detail bore his design.

Shen Shuyun stood in the master bedroom, the place where he had put in the most effort. From the warm, vibrant colors of the curtains to the soft wool carpet by the bed, every detail added was his hope for the future with Ning Wan. But now he had to leave, and he couldn't take these things with him. They might even be left for the next person who would share a bed with Ning Wan. Just the thought of Ning Wan holding someone else in this bedroom, on this bed, made Shen Shuyun's whole body ache.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom and pulled open the sheer curtain. From here, he could see the large flower garden in front of the villa. Some of the flowers were planted by Shen Shuyun himself, while others were planted together with Ning Wan... When they had just moved here after their wedding, Ning Wan would accompany him to plant flowers every weekend. He would roll up his pant legs high and wear shiny black rubber boots, looking like a gardener from a distance. Shen Shuyun initially had the idea to tease him, sitting under a large umbrella with iced plum juice, watching Ning Wan clumsily loosen the soil and plant the flowers.

Ning Wan had lived a privileged life since childhood. He had never done such work, not even washed a dish. As a result, he used too much force and broke the roots of the young plants that Shen Shuyun had painstakingly found. Shen Shuyun shouted in alarm and quickly ran over to rescue the battered flowers from Ning Wan's hands.

Three years had passed, and the garden was full, but the person who had planted the flowers with him was no longer there.

Shen Shuyun retracted his gaze and began to mock himself, 'Why was he thinking about these things now?' So painful... Ning Wan was just correcting a mistake, and he could completely treat it as being bitten by a dog. At worst, he could just pretend these three years never existed.

He pulled out two suitcases from under the guest bed, laid them on the floor of the master bedroom, and started packing his things bit by bit.

In fact, Shen Shuyun didn't have that many clothes. He wasn't very interested in material possessions and usually wore clothes in gray, white, and black all year round because the styles were simple, he didn't have to worry about matching them, so they never looked too out of place no matter how he wears them. Compared to clothes and accessories, he preferred buying books, so most of the big suitcase was filled with books.

The bedroom light was on, and everything was quiet. Only half of the wardrobe was empty, and some small items were gone—for example, the small aromatherapy lamp by the bed and the wooden photo frame with their wedding photo on the bedside table.

Some new things were in the room, like the credit card Ning Wan had given Shen Shuyun and the ring Ning Wan had given him by the sea.

Some partings are dramatic, involving life and death decisions, while others are quiet.