After returning to Yan City from Wu Mountain this time, rereading "Pride and Prejudice," those words seemed to have new significance.
She and Tang Song had already reached an intimate relationship, one where they could sense each other's presence without words.
Even so, Gao Mengting still felt there was an indistinct barrier between them.
Like a fog, hazy yet truly present.
That partner who co-founded Songmei Clothing with her, confident and carefree yet always with a touch of mystery, was like Mr. Darcy from the book, always unexpectedly showing a gentle side at critical moments.
But it was precisely this restraint and distance that made Gao Mengting slightly troubled.
"Perhaps we need a frank conversation like the one outside Pemberley Manor in the rain," she thought.
After a while of daydreaming, Gao Mengting finally put down the book and stood up.
Sunlight brushed against her profile, casting a faint warmth.
She walked to the dressing table and began to apply makeup.
