So many years had passed.
He had shed his youthful naivety and had become increasingly composed and settled.
Yet the woman before him still resembled the flirty girl of those years.
Every gesture brimmed with the vibrancy of youth.
That face had once haunted his dreams.
In the end, he had no choice but to carve her name out of his heart, stroke by painful stroke.
Bloody and unforgettable.
After seven years, his wounds had barely begun to heal.
And there she was again!
Su Ye's eyes darkened as he stared at Song Jiaqi's face, caught in a torrent of memories he couldn't escape.
Why had such a pure and kind woman made such a hurtful choice?
It was clearly she who had first forsaken their vows yet that day, she had accused him of abandoning her!
Song Jiaqi, what kind of woman are you really?
Su Ye didn't know how long he had been standing there.
Until Song Jiaqi, feeling the intensity of his stare, fluttered her thick eyelashes uneasily and came to.
