Tao Zhixiang watched as Chu Mucheng walked step by step towards her and stood in front of her.
Looking at that face, familiar to the point it couldn't be more familiar, Tao Zhixiang felt an intense pain in her heart.
She had been unable to forget this man for so many years, clearly in love, yet unable to speak it aloud.
But her feelings were so humble, humbled to the dust. At the time, she had only confided in An Xiaoyu, because at that moment, she was truly... very distressed.
And now, as things have escalated to this point, she wants to love but cannot, wants to escape... yet cannot.
The only thing she could do was to guard her heart, no longer... to love.
But ironically, just when she had resolved not to love anymore, this man appeared so recklessly in front of her, leaving her... at a loss.
As if in front of Chu Mucheng, all her pride and confidence were utterly defeated, revealing only humility and embarrassment.
