In spring, when all things began anew, Qingfang was at its best.
Gu Jiangnian stood behind, watching Jiang Muwan walk away in the opposite direction.
The farther she walked, the fainter the smile on his face became.
As Jiang Muwan was about to turn the corner, he lit a cigarette, squinting in the spring sun and watched as his beloved disappeared from sight.
That day, Gu Jiangnian was clad in a khaki jacket with a pure white shirt underneath, his feet in a pair of white sneakers.
The usual business and elite aura was far removed from him that day.
From afar, he could even give one the illusion of the boy next door.
When the cold maturity was replaced with overflowing youthfulness, it gave off an approachable and intimate presence.
"Let's go!"
Behind him, Robby heard only this sentence.
Looking up, he saw the man stepping forward to stub out his cigarette.
