"I used to think that these 17 years have been horrible. I've lost things that are precious to me, and I have arrived at a place I do not want to. Yet, I've noticed recently that when God takes something away from you, he'll compensate your loss with something else. For example, I've met good people and have had good things happening. I've met you. You all."
Meng Fuyao smiled, raising her cup once more as the audience broke out in applause. She turned her crystal clear eyes toward Yuan Zhaoxu.
'I've met you.'
Yuan Zhaoxu returned her gaze, his fingers slowly and meticulously brushing across the glazed cup in his hand.
"This is a day to reunite, and I've once felt regret over my loss. Perhaps my future reunions would too be broken up by Fate, but this day might just be able to make up for it."
There was a layer of gloss in her smiling eyes, but it was hardly noticeable.
