It was warm, gentle, and soothing to the soul.
Leaning on Yu Yizhen's arm, Zhan Se stood outside the hotel and smiled at his retreating figure—
However.
She could never have imagined that this smile would be his last in this life.
Because from that day on, she never saw that warm, pure, and luminous smile on his face again.
"Little Yao..."
"Hmm?"
Yu Yizhen sighed as she looked at her, then began to lecture her, "Little Zhang is such a nice young man. If things are going well between you, get your marriage certificate soon. You're not young anymore and can't afford to drag this out with a man."
