It was a kind of vacant stare, sad, nearly bordering on despair.
These past few years, she had always been in this state; every time she quieted down, she would start to zone out, as if she had become another person.
All her time was wholeheartedly devoted to the work of Mo Group. She had become the youngest woman in Jiang City to hold such power and position, her dazzling brilliance attracting countless men pursuing her...
But she had never been happy.
Or rather, it seemed she had stepped out of the shadow of Mo Shiche's death, but in reality, she was still trapped in it, and the deeper she sank, the more morbid she became.
Yan Chu looked at her delicate and fair side profile, slightly dazed.
He too had always stayed by her side for these three years, appearing distant and indifferent, but indeed closer than any other man—after all, he was the only person she truly trusted.
Yan Chu smiled silently with a scoff. This was enough, wasn't it?
