In that moment, his body stiffened slightly. After a long while, he still shook his head lightly: "I'll go back and think about it again."
The specialist didn't push further.
In Tian Buyu's office, they sat for a while longer. Twenty minutes later, he held her hand, and the two of them left.
The path was tranquil and secluded. In the world of November, dried leaves fluttered gently in the wind. His steps were unhurried, deliberately slow, and neither of them spoke much. Mostly, it was because Gu Shaocheng was too tired to talk.
They passed through the iron gates and returned to the small villa.
In the villa's courtyard, flowers that defied the withering winter still bloomed vibrantly. The entire outer walls were adorned with delicate potted plants, transforming the space into a feeling of spring's freshness. Such exquisite beauty sharply contrasted with the decaying leaves of Dongyuan—one was thriving with life, the other waning and withered.
