"Sometimes I wonder,"
Watching the Holy Witch being taken away, Gu Tao, no longer needing to pretend, lit a cigarette and started talking about the past.
"If I weren't an elite Centaur, just an ordinary person from an ordinary family, my father a retired employee from AVIC, my mother a teacher. I'm not a noteworthy person, no special ambitions, studied mechanical processing in college, opened a small factory, neither bad nor great. People like you would seem like fairies to me."
Gu Tao exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked his fingers, and downed the drink in his glass. At that moment, the soft sound of a saxophone filled the small bar, a place Xiuling always chose with such atmosphere.
Halfway through the song, nobody spoke; Xiuling just propped her chin and watched Gu Tao, her eyes sparkling under the dim light, radiating a gentleness unique to women.
