"Actually, I wish you would laugh more, laugh genuinely from the heart."
That was Ruan Tang's simple wish upon seeing the shooting star. She always felt that Xu Lai wasn't truly happy. The man was shrouded in too many mysteries, as if he carried too much on his shoulders. Ruan Tang wasn't sure if it was responsibility or something else. But if Xu Lai didn't speak of it, she wouldn't ask. If he chose to open up, she would listen in silence. Ruan Tang was never the type to press for answers until she got to the bottom of things, nor a woman who needed control over everything. Whether for a man or a woman, sometimes you just had to learn to play dumb or keep quiet. And Ruan Tang believed that when it came to his past, Xu Lai would eventually tell her himself—perhaps on a sunny afternoon or under a starry sky. She just needed to wait for the right moment.
The sound of the jade flute pierced straight to the heart.
