She felt out of place in the world, like someone abandoned by it.
This was the unique emotion of a solitary being, understood only by those who had experienced infinite loneliness.
The chill from the central air conditioning startled Muwan, causing her to shiver and partly sobering her curious gaze at Gu Jiangnian, "What if Yueyue were still alive?"
Gu Jiangnian's thoughts returned to the present, his hand holding the cigarette rested casually on the table as he looked at Muwan. His words were calm, but carried an undeniable firmness, "Then all the beautiful things in this world would belong to you two."
[Then all the beautiful things in this world would belong to you two.]
Those words resonated deeply within her.
At that moment, even if Gu Jiangnian had said that all the beautiful things in this world would belong to Gu Jiangyue, she could have understood.
But now, he was talking about the both of them.
The two of them, a simple phrase, that carried so much.
