Lu Niange watched her retreating figure, remaining motionless, as the dim yellow light of the bathroom shone on his face, casting his features in even more delicate relief. However, in the depths of his eyes, a layer of blurred mist began to form.
The proud and aloof man had vanished from his sight, embracing the woman he loved most in his life. Through a wisp of lingering mist, he could still see her beguiling face, smiling sweetly.
What is love?
No one is born understanding love; it comes after being hurt and hurting others. Only then, rising from the pain of youth, do people realize that love is an all-consuming effort, ultimately resulting in a tortuous withdrawal.
Three years had passed since they parted ways. It was only now that he realized he had truly loved Ling Momo. But now, he was genuinely, deeply in love with Ling Momo.
Three years, and she hadn't changed at all, yet he had changed so much…
Perhaps after this farewell, they would truly never meet again.
