Chen Fang's heart ached.
He said, "You will. You will meet your Wu Gang, who will talk to you every day, make you laugh, and accompany you through every significant moment of your life."
"Will he be like you?"
Guan Qingyao suddenly asked.
Chen Fang knew exactly what she meant by that.
Pausing for a moment, he said, "He will surely be better than me, more outstanding than me, and only someone like that would be deserving of someone as perfect as you."
"But if it's not you, then it doesn't mean anything."
Guan Qingyao sighed and said.
She straightened up.
Her eyes looked at Chen Fang, gentle as water, yet filled with resentment.
"Ah Fang, someone who has seen flowers bloom will never look fondly upon grass; someone who has reached the summit will not be attracted to the scenery of the hillside. Unfortunately, I appeared a bit later than Qianqian, and that's the biggest regret of my life."
These words, Guan Qingyao spoke with deep emotion.
