A young man in white approached her; she knew he didn't like white, but she did. Embroidered on his chest were a few faint, yet prominent, pear blossoms.
Due to the silver threads mixed into the embroidery, under the sunlight, it appeared dazzling yet soft.
For a fleeting moment, she felt as if Cheng had returned.
But he and Cheng were ultimately different.
He was not her Cheng, he poisoned her Cheng!
"Sister, what's wrong?" As the voice drew closer, someone sat beside the bed, carrying the scent of pear blossoms mingling with alcohol.
This scent felt as though spring had arrived and the pear blossoms were blooming.
"Yuan, you're here." Yan Ning hid all her emotions, replacing them with a hint of gentleness.
Before she could even reach out to hold his hand, he had already enveloped hers within his palm.
A wave of warmth spread from their joined hands, yet her heart only grew colder.
