Wen Yu knew she saw him, and in her eyes, he also saw a look of astonishment.
It turns out, she hadn't completely forgotten him.
Ahead was another intersection, and the luxury private car and this bus drove off in opposite directions at the intersection.
Though it was a straight line, they diverged like two arrows that would never meet, getting farther and farther apart.
Finally, when the cars separated, the woman in the Rolls-Royce slowly turned her head.
Wen Yu could no longer see her.
That feeling seemed to make his heart spasm a bit, and the youthful, fair, and delicate face turned slightly pale.
Shortly after the bus turned a corner, it stopped at a bus stop, and only one person got off.
At dusk, the young man stood with his back against the light pouring down from between the tall buildings behind him, looking at the direction where the Rolls-Royce had disappeared, a deep understanding in his eyes, and finally, he walked in the direction she had left.
