Qiao Xiguan was driving the car, slowly leaving the Gu Family's courtyard.
As she left the courtyard, Qiao Xiguan turned to glance at the place.
The things remain, but people have changed.
From now on, that place would probably never see its former glory again.
"Is it still the same hotel?" Qiao Xiguan asked while driving.
"Anywhere is fine," Gu Zichen replied.
Which meant that he hadn't actually decided on a hotel yet.
Qiao Xiguan didn't want to delve into any underlying meanings and just drove the car to the five-star hotel where he used to stay.
The car fell silent again, and Gu Zichen didn't go back to sleep, nor did he speak any further.
It was as if both had formed a mutual understanding to speak little.
Gu Zichen was still holding the rose, absentmindedly fiddling with it, his eyes watching the nightscape of Shanghai through the window.
He wondered if Gu Zichen still had any impression of this beautiful scenery.
