The night was as calm as the water.
There was profound silence in the courtyard.
It seemed as if everything had come to a standstill.
Xia Yangyang and Gu Mingzhu were only two meters apart.
They gazed at each other, yet they felt worlds apart.
In Yangyang, Gu Mingzhu saw a reflection of the young Tan Zhen in front of her all those years ago.
Yangyang's eyes were nearly identical to Tan Zhen's in her youth.
They looked calm as still water, but beneath the surface, they were churning.
The memories of the past came flooding back, overwhelming her.
However, Gu Mingzhu seemed unwilling to dwell on those memories and abruptly came to her senses.
She closed her eyes.
When she reopened them, they were filled with pain. "Yes, when your mother committed suicide, I was the one responsible. All these years, I thought it was all in the past and that nobody would bring it up again. But I never expected Ah Chen to marry Tan Zhen's daughter. It's such irony...such a twisted fate."
