"Young master?" Ah Lian gazed at Qinghe with deep concern.
She was also surprised, not expecting that the woman was in fact Marshal Baowei of years past.
Thinking back, the young master had suffered a great loss of love due to a wrong decision, and recently, upon meeting her again, he didn't even recognize her...
At this moment, Ah Lian even felt a pang of sympathy for Qinghe.
With his back to Ah Lian, Qinghe looked down at the hazy silhouette of the city ahead. The evening fog had already begun to descend. Qinghe sighed lightly and slowly asked, "…Tell me, how is it that in just a few short years, all has changed so dramatically?" These words seemed to be more of a question to himself than to Ah Lian.
Once, it might not have been true love, but the flirtations turned into deep longing, and now he had no right to remain beside the one he loved, even if he was unwilling, he could only watch her leave with another man.
Qinghe's voice was unusually hoarse.
