"Auntie's condition has been quite good recently. She rarely loses control of her emotions, only occasionally causing a scene at night. When the weather is good, she comes to the yard to bask in the sun, which makes her very happy."
The tea was hot, warming Nan Wan's palms. She watched the mentally ill patients wandering freely not far away, her expression peaceful and gentle.
"Senior brother, I..."
"Liking you is my own business," Sheng Boyan seemed to know what she wanted to say. Despite the intense bitterness in his heart, he still smiled warmly, "I know I've missed the opportunity, so I won't add to your troubles."
If he hadn't gone abroad back then, perhaps there would still be a chance.
Nan Wan caressed the edge of the paper cup, her heart filled with complexity, but she also knew that saying anything was pointless.
