What Nan Feng couldn't see, he'll go see it for her.
The bioluminescent beach of Wadu Island, the starry sky of Zion Canyon, the auroras in Norway...
This is his decision, and as a friend, apart from respecting it, Nan Wan could only agree.
With his left elbow still resting on the table, his fingers rubbed the edge of the gift box, and he softly said, "At least you still have a conscience."
Glad that he told her about it.
"Wanwan," Lu Li looked at her across the table, emotions in his eyes that others couldn't understand, his voice low and slow, "I'm sorry, thank you."
All these years, knowing her feelings, yet pretending not to understand, he failed her deep affections and couldn't reciprocate in kind, so he was sorry.
Apart from her, no one knew how serious his illness was; others only saw his glamorous outer appearance, not the heart growing emptier and emptier inside. In the toughest days, it was she who stayed by him, so thank you.
