For some reason Gu Mian's eyes suddenly turned a little misty, probably because she was a bit moved.
So back in her youthful years, there had also been such an outstanding man who kept her in his heart. What moved her even more was that all these years, he'd given her enough freedom and space.
He had never come to pursue her, never said anything about wanting to stay by her side, and yet he had truly accompanied her through an entire youth, all the way until now, when they were no longer young.
At this age, still being held in someone's heart like this actually feels pretty good, doesn't it?
At last Nangong Yue dug out the little bottle, cradling it in his hands like some kind of treasure, then handed it to her a bit excitedly and said, "Mianmian, look."
Gu Mian took the tiny bottle. She could tell it had been there for many years. The dirt on it seemed to have fused into the glass itself; she rubbed at it with her hand and it still wouldn't come off.
