The golden afternoon sunlight poured down from above. Su Anle looked at Sheng Jianan. He was clearly more composed than three years ago, and she was also more sophisticated than three years ago. But for some reason, at this moment, Su Anle felt they both seemed to have returned to sixteen or seventeen.
Back to that time when they were burdened with heavy schoolwork but still full of youthful exuberance.
Strangely, in the last two days in Paris, Su Anle felt as if her relationship with Sheng Jianan had suddenly become much closer.
Although she had compromised, agreeing to stay by Sheng Jianan's side and give their relationship a try, this compromise included her speechless reaction to Sheng Jianan's relentless pestering and her own helplessness at not having been able to let him go.
Even though she agreed, the three years of emptiness were still there. Su Anle could still clearly feel the gap and chasm between them.
