Qiaoqiao watched Deng Jiaru's black Phantom snake along the driveway outside the villa. She saw the car grow blurrier, until it disappeared from her view. She continued to gaze at the driveway, lined with ginkgo trees, standing still for quite a while.
The early summer afternoon breeze should have been cool and refreshing, yet it swept past her with some capriciousness.
It made her squint her eyes, her gaze becoming somewhat distant.
Deng Jiaru - the woman who made Qiaoqiao feel as warm as a mother, the woman she greatly admired. How strong did she have to be to face such great pain, yet, maintain a smile every day, being always optimistic, showing never a trace of worry?
Qiaoqiao had always thought that Jiaru was genuinely optimistic.
But listening to what she had said just now, she had only one love in her life.
Even if this man didn't cherish her, didn't love her, had let her down, she still wanted only this man.
