Sheng Shaocheng always followed behind Ou Manhui, her back carrying an additional trace of cold elegance and a sense of distance that made her hard to approach, lacking the playful cuteness of her youth.
But still, she was herself.
With just one glance, she could pull him into an endless abyss, willing to be lost for her.
He envied his past self, who had built everything from nothing, and envied the version of himself who once had her favor, her encouragement, and her company.
He never envied what anyone else possessed, but he truly envied and envied the version of himself who once had her...
Those times when he could spin her around in the garden without a second thought.
Those years when they spent nights talking by candlelight.
Those days of holding her hand, walking from one end of the road to the other, heading towards the next corner, never stopping, walking on through wind and rain, amid the undying youth...
