Feng Huaimu took out that photo from his wallet; it was taken when they first encountered each other at the racecourse. At that time, Xu Haohao was still a little girl, smiling brightly at the camera, her eyes vibrant, filled with a million stars, always bursting with enthusiasm towards him.
But afterwards, it was never again...
There were only mocking, disdainful, repugnant glances; he wanted to retrieve them.
He once thought, just give her a try. Perhaps she still held a trace of longing and would choose not to touch his computer, much less peek at the records he left on it.
It turns out there wasn't the slightest attachment.
Clearly, it was supposed to be natural, yet it felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Feng Huaimu stared at the computer screen, silent for quite a while. He gradually closed his weary eyes, and when he opened them again, he was back to his usual gentlemanly demeanor.
