Forgiveness...
Baili Xia's gaze couldn't help but be drawn towards the crowd again.
That figure remained so dazzling, even standing in the drizzle, it seemed to carry its own glow.
Forgiveness... She had actually forgiven him a long, long time ago.
Perhaps sometimes when she thought of her grandfather, her heart would still ache and feel sour.
But, if she hadn't forgiven him, then why would she often feel homesick, often thinking about him?
To her, maybe the difference between forgiving or not forgiving was no longer significant.
"What are you really thinking?" Dongfang Jin leaned against the car door, looking at her sitting in the back seat.
If she had let go, why was there still such an air of despair in her eyes?
Clearly, there was love in her heart, yet it was evident she couldn't find a way out.
What was she truly thinking?
"What could I be thinking about?" Baili Xia withdrew her gaze, looked up at him, noticing his increasingly deep and defined features.
