"I always feel that there is something missing in my life."
It was the last day of March in Jiangnan, the spring rains fell soundlessly to the ground and landed softly on the pavilion in Hua Garden like the gaze of lovers on each other. In the pavilion, a man and woman lay on two comfortable chairs talking to each other.
Haitang glanced at Fan Xian and shook her head. "Your life can be considered perfect. What is there to regret?"
