Xia Yangyang's cheeks were flushed red, like two burning clouds at sunset.
She was fidgety sitting up there, constantly muttering to herself.
After Gu Zhaohan got into the car, he also had a difficult time fastening her seat belt.
But Gu Zhaohan didn't drive off immediately.
Instead, he turned his head to take a closer look at Xia Yangyang's face.
It seemed like it had been a long time since he had looked at her like that.
In the past, he never dared to stare at her so openly.
Having known each other for so many years, he was always shackled.
Each time, he could only watch her covertly.
To be honest, Gu Zhaohan was tired of that feeling.
That feeling of living in the shadows, looking up at the sunlight.
It felt glaring, it felt heart-wrenching.
Yet he couldn't live in peace in a dark corner without light.
Gu Zhaohan didn't know how long he had been looking at her.
As he looked at that face, it seemed as if many memories flooded his mind.
