Fan Ling Jue's gaze held a touch of faint, wistful melancholy, yet within his heart, there prevailed a greater sense of sighing.
Following Shu Yimo's gaze, he saw Long Chengyu's figure gradually making his way to the car below. His silhouette paused by the car, where he leaned casually against the car door and lit a cigarette, waiting leisurely.
Fan Ling Jue withdrew his eyes to look at Shu Yimo, only to feel the warmth in her eyes intensifying, while that oppressive sense of melancholy in his heart grew more profound...
"Yimo... what if none of that had happened... If we had trusted each other from the beginning, treated each other with honesty, could it be..."
After a long silence, Fan Ling Jue finally spoke in a deep voice, but before he could finish, he halted, not continuing further.
