Lu Nanze's car slowly picked up speed and departed.
Standing in the car park still, Qiao Lian looked intently at Shen Liangchuan.
He wore a serious expression, but his eyes glistened with complex emotions.
After a few seconds, when she was certain that he would still not talk about what had happened eight years ago, she looked away and turned to get into the car. "Let's go back."
Shen Liangchuan nodded.
And then, it was like nothing had happened a moment ago.
But Qiao Lian herself knew that she wasn't going to get over this.
She had been at her most naive age, the time of her life when she had had the sincerest approach to love. Why had he missed the appointment?
It was also because of this incident that, for the last eight years, she had been conflicted about love and relationships.
-
In the days that followed, Qiao Lian and Shen Liangchuan were kept terribly busy.
Time flew by and, soon, two weeks had passed.
