Lu Zhiyuan's face darkened slightly as he watched her go from a shining young girl to facing various injustices, slowly losing her sharpness and becoming more stubborn and melancholic. He felt more heartache for her than anyone else.
The last time he saw Gu Ci genuinely smile was one year when she was playing the violin, enjoying herself and finding joy in it. She had learned a violin piece, and he was her first audience. He felt happiness through her music.
Later, the violin was destroyed, and she lost her smile. Since then, she became more and more obsessive and melancholic with each passing year. He watched helplessly as she faced injustice, never crying out in pain or seeking help. He had always been by her side, but she had never called for help. She bore all the pain alone, in solitude.
Gu Ci lightly smiled as she looked out the window, not minding Lu Zhiyuan's silence.
