Gu Nanqiao had lied down for a long time without a hint of sleepiness, reaching out to touch his pillow.
In the scorching summer, it was unexpectedly a patch of icy coolness, no longer able to feel even a hint of his warmth.
With her eyes closed, she seemed to see his face again in a trance, seeing him smiling at her, teasing her.
Gu Nanqiao also lifted the corners of her mouth, as if she were truly happy if not for the moisture spilling from the corners of her eyes.
Huo Jingting.
I really can't hold on anymore.
...
In the blink of an eye, another week had passed.
Gu Chaohan personally took people to Qiang Country, but there was still no news.
Gu Nanqiao held on till the end and gradually came to accept, accept the fact that he truly was dead.
She no longer stubbornly believed that he was still alive, she even stopped mentioning his name.
Everyone thought she had accepted it, that she had gotten through it, that she could live on even without him.
