The night was getting late, everyone had retired to rest, but Yu Jingrong was seated in the study, staring at Li Chengyun's computer.
The surveillance system had captured Su Luo's expressions; a woman's intuition always keen. Yu Jingrong stared at Su Luo blankly, noticing the way Su Luo looked at Li Chengyun held an indescribable undertone.
Occasionally, she would look at Li Chengyun in the same way. But her gaze was born out of her love for Li Chengyun. Then what about Su Luo? Some answers were self-evident. Yu Jingrong felt as if her heart was being seized by an invisible hand.
Yu Jingrong was finding it hard to breathe.
When did Su Luo start feeling this way toward Li Chengyun? And why had she never expressed it openly?
Was it three years ago, or even longer, that she fell in love with Li Chengyun? Or was it during the three years after she left, that Su Luo fell in love with him?
After a long time, she had forgotten what Su Luo had talked about before.
