——Tell me, this isn't an illusion!
The moment Mo Yan heard these words, a deep pang hit him right in the heart. It felt as if the rolling years were grinding over his heart. His eyes moistened up instantly. He took a deep breath before saying to Lu Yinchu, "It's not an illusion! Mr. Lu, that girl, she really is Miss Gu!"
Lu Yinchu's eyelashes trembled a bit, the atmosphere grew tense. He didn't speak, feeling as if the distance of those few dozen meters was being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers!
It's a distance he couldn't cross!
He remembered that particular moment very clearly. It was around four in the afternoon, under the drowsy sunlight, lonely tree shadows, and a temperature so warm, it felt like a burning mole embedded deep in his heart. Accompanying the sound of his heartbeat, creeping slowly into his ears.
