Xu Weilai had no idea where she was headed. She only knew that she couldn't bear to be within the same space as Gu Yu, not even for a second longer.
If Gu Yu were just a mere stranger, his actions that day wouldn't have affected her that much. However, he wasn't just any man. He was a man whom she loved so very much… And loving him was akin to personally handing him a metaphorical dagger, enabling him to stab her right in the heart. And now? She was reduced to nothing but a bloody mess.
Gu Yu leaned back in his seat. He watched as Xu Weilai's silhouette teetered, her feet stumbling along as she fought to put one foot before the other.
Her long skirt flapped in the sea breeze as she shivered from the cold. Her steps were unsteady as her body threatened to collapse at any moment.
Still, she refused to look back, not even once.