Han Si Que looked at the woman standing close before him and couldn't help but step forward. Su Yaogeng, however, quickly stepped back two steps, creating space between them.
"Zheng'er?" Han Si Que's voice carried a trace of indescribable bitterness. Must she be so guarded against him? Between them...
Yes, between them, there really was nothing left.
"Lord, please mind yourself. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Su Yaogeng turned her eyes away, suddenly realizing that seeing a bit more or less didn't seem that important anymore. Time truly was the best medicine in the world; no matter how deep the wound, it could gradually be faded in the long river of time.
"Zheng'er, I know that in this lifetime, I have no right to earn your forgiveness." Han Si Que's heart clenched. He wanted to step forward to embrace the woman he loved the most, but he could not.
Too much separated them; he could only watch her like this, powerlessly.
