Tingxuan smiled bitterly, "If she were still here, I would naturally talk about it. Unfortunately, she disappeared from my life. So, bringing it up is meaningless."
"Really? Then what kind of woman was she?" Han Yi continued to ask.
Tingxuan's gaze turned slightly cold, and after a long time, he seemed a bit weary as he looked out at the sky.
"I'll tell you about it another day!"
"OK, you rest, I'm leaving now!"
Tingxuan kept his eyes on the window, seemingly trapped in painful memories.
He didn't even notice Han Yi's departure.
Han Yi felt a bit sad; hasn't he forgotten Lin Ruoxi yet? After all these years, he still remembers her clearly...
Haha, no woman can ever claim Gong Tingxuan's heart in this lifetime.
That afternoon, just before getting off work, she hadn't planned on checking Tingxuan's ward, but somehow, her feet led her into his room.
