But now, the mask has been lifted, and it turns out this is the real her.
Deep-seated cold indifference and cool detachment.
In those beautiful eyes, aside from the chilly moonlight, not a trace of emotion could be found anymore.
It was as if he had lost something, his heart empty and hollow as he watched it slip away, powerless to grasp it again.
He pushed the bicycle, quietly following her from a distance.
She walked, he walked; she stopped, he stopped.
During that time, he followed her footsteps, walking the paths she walked under the quiet moonlight and the cool night air, his heart tranquil as never before.
If he could walk like this for a lifetime, even if he could only gaze at her from afar, he surprisingly felt content.
A drunkard staggered toward them, suddenly heaving over the side of a banyan tree.
Yun Ya passed by him quietly.
