In the days that followed, Zhou Xingyan focused entirely on her design work. Heartbreak was both an epiphany and a form of growth. Though she often found herself with tears streaming down her face and her heart aching to the core, the young woman told herself she had to stay strong. Each time the torrent of pain overwhelmed her, she'd stubbornly widen her eyes, look into the distance to distract herself, and force a smile even as her vision became blurred with tears.
Time continued to move forward. One day, in the President's office of the Gu Group, where Gu Jingxin worked.
Gu Jingxin sat in his office chair, busy as usual. His expression was still elegant, but one could vaguely see traces of fatigue.
Gu Jingxin's life wasn't going well either. Every time he woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, without fail, he would think of that gentle and pure face. The pain in his heart would then flood over him like a tide, seeping into his very bones, making it hard to breathe.
