Chu Shenshu looked at the person in the photo affectionately. The melancholy side inside him was so secretive that no one would know that he had a hidden flabbiness in his heart that suddenly radiated out of his eyes.
All of a sudden, a lovely memory flashed in his mind, making his smile slowly turn cloudy. Although it was wonderful for him to imagine, it was bitter if he had to face a reality—that the past would never happen again in a second time.
Chu Shenshu slowly lowered his gaze.
Smiling ironically. Thinking back on that past, he felt wistful. He had made a mistake and he wanted to fix it, but it had been too late and passed a long time ago. How he wanted that second chance, no one would help him because what he wanted to fix was dead long ago.
