Gong Shirao watched Zhan Nanjue's retreating back with a lingering smile on her lips, yet her body unconsciously leaned against the wall behind her.
Her eyes flickered with crystal brightness as she blinked forcefully, but her vision still felt a bit blurry.
Ever since she met him, he seemed always to be chasing after Ou Yimo.
Ou Yimo cried, laughed, got angry, forgot to bring an umbrella when it rained, forgot to bring money for meals, and he would always be the first to rush over.
Perhaps, liking someone is watching him be happy and feeling happy too.
As long as he's happy, as long as he can be with the one he likes. Then maybe, she should be happy too?
So her feelings for him never really started, but it seems they've already ended.
Gong Shirao's tears suddenly spilled over.
