"Hmm."
Gu Cheng nodded, his slender fingers caressing the cigarette in his hand as he spoke indifferently.
"It's good that she's alive."
Her existence had a special meaning to him.
Dr. Mo: "..."
That sentence seemed simple.
But for some reason... it sounded incredibly heavy.
"You may leave now."
Gu Cheng spoke indifferently, and Dr. Mo, not daring to linger, quickly nodded and said, "Of course, Mr. Gu."
...
After Dr. Mo left, Gu Cheng slowly stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Sang Yu lay on the soft big bed, her complexion pale, as tranquil as an angel.
Hmm...
Three years later, she had lost weight.
This was his most direct perception.
Even, she seemed very different.
It appeared that a significant transformation had taken place in this woman, yet he had not been able to catch it.
Gu Cheng's gaze was profoundly meaningful as he looked down at the woman before him, the corners of his mouth turning up in an utterly indifferent curve.
