It seemed as though when she woke up, the whole world had become unfamiliar.
She looked at him, but he did not look at her. Their gazes, like parallel lines, would never intersect again.
Si Limo was more sensitive than anyone else in noticing that Qiao Xiaren was looking at him. A sudden pain surged in his chest, but he wouldn't glance at her again.
Sooner or later, it would have to be let go.
Someday.
Qiao Xiaren was never one to sit around and wait for doom, nor someone who would just evade issues. She quickly stepped forward, drew attention with surprised gazes, and grabbed his collar.
"Si Limo, I have something to say to you."
"I think there's nothing left to say between us." Si Limo suddenly reached out, brushed off her hand, his voice cold, "Miss Qiao, I have something to do, I must go first."
If she had come specifically to tell him the answer, there was no need.
