"Wen Nuan?" A familiar and surprised voice called out right next to her. Wen Nuan wiped away her tears and looked up to see Du Di standing in front of her. He was wearing a dark gray suit and looked handsome and dashing. He was the most perfect man she had ever seen in a suit, a gentlemanly figure who looked like he had stepped out of a painting. The bright lights across the river were the backdrop, making him look even more beautiful. Du Di...
Why was he here?
Hadn't he gone back to America?
Du Di silently handed Wen Nuan a tissue, his eyes filled with love and pity. He had been watching her from a distance as she sat there crying. His heart ached, and all he wanted was to hold her and make the pain and sadness go away.
Wen Nuan took the tissue. He had seen her at her most vulnerable again.
He was always like this, appearing when she was at her saddest and most helpless.
