Two paths, one to the left and one to the right. Once she chooses one, she must inevitably depart from the other, as there is no way to have both, for God had already sealed off all her paths beforehand.
Ling Feng stood quietly not far away, his gaze falling on Su Nian. Only he knew what kind of days Zheng Haoyu had been living over these years. Watching her suffer similarly now, his mind finally balanced a bit.
In love, there is no right or wrong, and fairness cannot be spoken of. Having chosen, one must continue down the path, and Su Nian's pain now lies within that choice.
The one unblemished hand slowly clenched into a fist, Ling Feng silently whispered: Young Master, you've finally weathered the storm to see the moonlight.
