Xue Ye no longer felt heartache when he saw Mu Mian and Gong Heng together; that kind of pain had turned numb during those three years.
He had come to understand.
As long as she was happy, living well, even if the person by her side wasn't him, he faithfully felt joy.
"I like her not because she is beautiful, but because she gave me hope, allowing me to see the beauty in a decaying world. She's like an angel from the heavens, who came to my side with her white wings flapping."
It was just that, in the end, this angel couldn't belong to him.
Lin Xiangsi saw that he seemed to have let go, but she knew that what he had let go of was his obsession with her; his love, however, was always there.
Just being able to silently protect Mu Mian was enough for him.
Mu Mian looked around the venue and saw many people, many she recognized.
Xue Ye, Lin Xiangsi.
Xu Yuan, Jing Huan.
Xiao Zimo, An Ning.
And there was Lou Hezhan, with his leg injury, sitting on a stool beside him.
