These days, she has been numbing herself with work, suppressing herself, hiding her confusion and restlessness, pretending to be calm, not letting herself think about the matters between Gu Ningyi and Cheng Ziyang. Was it wrong?
Escaping can never solve problems, the more you suppress, the more painful it becomes, right?
So, in the distant Beijing from L City, after her daily busyness, when she lies in bed, in the dead of night, who is really in her heart?
Ziyang... or Gu Ningyi?
That night, Dong Xin Yan finally excused herself saying she wasn't feeling well, and didn't attend the dinner, staying alone in the hotel room. She leaned against the railing, her dark eyes watching the setting sun, the sunset glow spilling across the horizon, a wash of orange.
She watched so quietly, until the curtain of night fell, and the starry sky dotted overhead.
