Gu Ningyi called and suggested having dinner together.
Dong Xin Yan sat in the car, took her bag, fetched a makeup kit from it, opened it, and carefully touched up her makeup. She glanced left and right in the mirror, making sure there were no traces of tears before closing the makeup kit, placing it aside, starting the car, and merging into traffic.
Dong Xin Yan walked into the restaurant where Gu Ningyi was sitting by the window. He had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt, lazily leaning against the chair's back, his legs elegantly crossed, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window, his dark eyes profound and deep.
Sitting there quietly, he was already a stunning picture.
Dong Xin Yan's steps paused slightly.
She had always looked at this man on level ground, as if there was never any distance between them.
But it turns out, he was not someone she could see eye to eye with. The distance between them was very, very far, indeed.
As if, it was only as if.
