On the highway near dusk, Gu Jianlin sat by the railing, gazing at the distant sunset.
The highway was so desolate, much like the barrenness of his own heart. After a long while, a car finally roared past him, the wind lifting the stray locks of hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes that were strikingly clear in black and white.
In his eyes, the twilight reflected like a shimmering sea of light.
So, this is how it is.
Gu Jianlin silently chuckled to himself.
He knew that in the minds of many, he was seen as indifferent—stoic, expressionless.
But he understood perfectly how sensitive and delicate he had been as a child.
Gu Jianlin's happiest times were before he turned six, back when his parents' relationship was still harmonious. They would take him to swim at the beach on weekends, though he stopped entering the water after once seeing someone doing their business in the sea. Yet watching his parents floundering around in the water still brought him joy.
