The bell struck twelve, and Gong Shirao took a few steps toward the door, but then stopped and turned to look at him.
He was still waiting for her, watching her, smiling at her gently.
His smile was as radiant as the moonlight.
Yet, it was the first time she paused to look at him earnestly.
Nine years.
He and she have known each other for nine years.
She has loved Zhan Nanjue for eighteen years.
She has loved one person for twice as long as him.
It's truly exhausting, but she also feels lucky. She can't continue to love anymore, but at least she has loved, and she understands what love is.
At this moment, looking at Ji Chiming, it's as if she's seeing her former self.
Once, she charged forward with no hesitation, thinking that loving someone could last a lifetime.
She also thought she couldn't give anyone else more chances.
Does it really have to be forever?
Who wants to be so cruel to themselves?
Gong Shirao paused, looking into Ji Chiming's eyes.
