If Zhao Yuning hadn't left, perhaps he and she would have been married a long time ago and might have even had a child.
Unfortunately, this thought only flashed through his mind. When he looked back at Chen Xueru and Xiao Nian, Tang Shuwen felt a sense of gratitude. He knew what he wanted. Some people, once they are missed, are gone forever and can only live in the past. Chen Xueru and Xiao Nian were his present and his future.
The coffee slowly cooled, and Zhao Yuning arrived.
She was much thinner, and her hair was down, which made her face look even smaller. Her complexion was pale, and she looked unwell. She was wearing a long white coat and a floral scarf. She looked drained, and her usual gentle beauty was gone. She was like a flower on the verge of withering.
Tang Shuwen felt pity in his heart. After all, she was a woman he had once loved.
"Yuning..."
