Xu Musen gently wiped away the shimmering gloss at the corner of her eyes.
From this moment on, there was no longer a distinction between them.
The same regret that had spanned two lifetimes was now sealed with a period that would be remembered for a lifetime.
The lights were dim, the bed curtains swayed gently, the moonlight was bright and clear, as if carrying a touch of the sun's warmth.
Spring had arrived.
Such tranquility, it was a day when all things revived, indeed, a moment for tenderness, as the breeze outside the window stirred the slender willow branches.
Swaying and shaking, the willow branches had begun to sprout new buds, waving back and forth, so beautiful.
Downstairs.
In the bright moonlight, a shadow was stretched long.
Yao Mingyue held her cellphone, looking up at that floor, only to see the faint light behind the curtains.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there.
Her phone was echoing with some recordings...
