Her lips trembled slightly, and all she could utter were these three words. She remembered that in the first year, she cried her eyes out every day, and no matter where she was, she could only utter these three words. Standing, sitting, lying down—she only remembered these three words. Tong Ran didn't know how she managed to get through it; her world had collapsed, and her heart was dead.
She fantasized countless times about seeing him again. She firmly believed he wasn't dead. She thought perhaps they would pass each other by on a busy street, or maybe meet unexpectedly in a foreign country, perhaps...
But she never imagined it would be in a place like this, where their relationship remained transactional, just like when they first met.
"Again with Mo Nanjue?" Young Master Chu's lips curled into a smile, his slender index finger tracing her lips. "Do you also think I look a lot like Mo Nanjue?"
Tong Ran didn't answer, only stared at him unblinkingly.
