In the beginning, Song Ling listened intently, but his thoughts gradually drifted as he caught sight of Gu Dai's lips moving, a striking contrast of red.
Gu Dai was dressed in a black suit that day, looking exceptionally sharp. A few stray hairs on her forehead lent her a touch of softness, adding to her already impressive aura.
She was a far cry from the Gu Dai in Song Ling's memories, who only seemed to appear before him in an apron, occasionally tear-streaked.
The Gu Dai before him now shone brilliantly, irresistibly drawing gazes to her, to the point where Song Ling found it impossible to reconcile the image of the woman he once knew with the one before him. At times, he even felt as if the events of the past three years were nothing but a delusion.
He couldn't fathom why he had once been so convinced that the Gu Dai from before was just a simple girl from a remote village.
