Such a short sentence.
In my next life, I wish to be a snowflake falling on your eyebrow or the wind that tousles your hair.
Nevertheless, it teemed with endless sorrow.
From these words, it seemed as though Gu Xu had seen into Ye Jiajia's heart.
The longing for love, yet never having been loved. The desire to possess, but having never owned.
How could he not understand?
They were both people who had loved humbly and wholeheartedly in relationships, yet they were also deeply wounded.
At that moment, Gu Xu, holding Ye Jiajia's phone, fell into deep contemplation.
— Perhaps he and Jiajia were meant to walk together into a shared marriage.
It was only after about ten minutes after Ye Jiajia had gone for the ultrasound examination.
She was the first to return from the group that had been called in; in her hand was an ultrasound report.
She stepped out of the ultrasound room and stood at the entrance, looking down at the report in her hands.
