These past few days, as soon as work ended, the man would follow behind the petite woman, watching as she dutifully returned to Jingyuan Apartment. He would see the light in her room turn on, and after some time, it would turn off again. Only then would Chen Likai drive away.
This is the humility of loving deeply yet being unable to obtain it. Chen Likai, born as a privileged son of heaven, had never been so lowly before, but he accepted it willingly.
Knowing fully well that he'd already lost his chance, Chen Likai still couldn't help but wonder what things would've been like if he hadn't left, if he hadn't become an undercover agent back then.
But life does not accommodate "what ifs." It isn't a stage play; you can only move forward.
