They had vanished out of his sight before he snapped out of his daze.
"Yueyue," Ming Ansheng mumbled to himself as he averted his eyes away. He peered through the rearview mirror as he tried to catch a last glimpse of that little lass.
He looked at his phone and relinquished his grip.
He flung his phone carelessly on the front passenger seat. Tilting his head back, he covered his face with his hands.
He should never have thought of coming to look for her. He must keep his forbidden love for her hidden.
"Ming Ansheng, you can give up now," he sternly told himself.
'Getting married and having kids. Does it matter who the person is?'
Indeed. If it's not with the person he loved, it wouldn't matter who his future wife would be.
Ming Ansheng sat in the car as he began to smoke absentmindedly. After several cigarettes, he felt as though his lungs and his body were being smothered.
Cough, cough.
