Another monotonous day arrived, and Jing Yuan would sit at his office desk as usual, paying no heed to you — his beloved.

"Forgive me, darling," he said in a reposeful voice, refusing to even lift his head from his paperwork, and you already knew what he would say next.

"I'll come to you later."

It was beyond doubt that he truly loved you, yet he did not perceive how neglected and derelict you felt. And it was all because of him.

Jing Yuan couldn't see the way he was gradually losing you.