Jiang Zhiyi, standing to the side, watched the preceding scene, his facial expression growing increasingly somber, his gaze complex and obscure.
He seemed to have discovered yet another unfathomably foolish mistake that he had made in the past.
Lifting his eyes again to Shen Weiyi, they were filled with guilt and remorse.
He was becoming more and more aware of just how outrageously wrong his past self had been.
But it seemed like it was all too late.
A touch of sourness involuntarily rose to the tip of Jiang Zhiyi's nose.
The person was sitting right beside him, yet she was no longer the one who would unconditionally compromise, cajole him, indulge him, and let him recklessly rest in her embrace, ready to hold hands and hug her at any moment.
Her eyes no longer saw only him, nor would she feel for him, spoil him, indulge him.
She seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.
