These past few days, he'd wasted a lot of time chasing after that elusive glance.
He'd let a lot of things slide.
It felt as if his heart was floating outside of his body.
Every day, he'd stand at that intersection.
Always hoping that maybe she would pass by again.
Maybe that was her regular route.
Every day, he'd watch countless cars come and go.
But he never caught sight of that face again.
For four years, the trivial hope that took root in his heart gradually faded under the weight of disappointment and frustration.
Maybe that person was not Xia Yangyang at all.
Just someone who looked similar, or perhaps he was mistaken from the beginning.
Gu Qichen pinched the bridge his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
"Book a flight for me. I'll return home tomorrow," he said.
Fang Zhengdong seemed slightly surprised but simply replied, "Alright."
Ever since catching a glimpse of that profile, Gu Qichen felt every cell in his body screaming.
