She thought, if he could just give her an answer, she would finally be at peace.
After all, she would be going to France soon, and once there, many people and things back home would gradually fade away, becoming memories after three years.
The deep-seated emotions of the present moment would become fleeting clouds in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Mo looked into her eyes, the depth in his gaze more profound, like the endless seabed with no horizon in sight. His expression was as usual, showing no trace of emotion.
The breeze gently stirred, carrying the scent of flowers, and he watched her for tens of seconds in such a manner.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and poured her a cup of tea from the teapot.
"There's a rural restaurant next door, I'll take you there to eat later," Xiao Mo said.
The anticipation in Xia Chuqing's eyes gradually diminished, as if a dying flame finally extinguished the last of its light.
