Gu Nanzhou's heart piled up with a thick sense of resentment, which didn't subside even after he returned to the villa.
Every time he thought of that rainy day, when the young girl alighted from Qian Yu's car, smiling at the person inside through the veil of rain, his heart felt unbearably uncomfortable.
Gu Nanzhou lit up his phone, and his gaze still rested on the message he had sent.
The words in the chat box were typed and then deleted, deleted and then typed again. Suddenly, Gu Nanzhou felt that he could relate to that helpless feeling a seventeen-year-old boy has when facing a girl he likes.
Gu Nanzhou really wanted to ask Su Wan if she had had a good day, if she had missed him.
He knew the young girl certainly wouldn't miss him, but indeed, Gu Nanzhou missed her.
He only saw her from a distance at his aunt's villa, just that one glimpse, yet it aroused the emotion named longing that was buried deep in his bones.
