Su Wanwan slowly exhaled, suddenly realizing that from the very start, the distance between her and him was so vast.
The Mu Yuze who once indulged in frivolity was merely a disguise, never truly who he was.
But that Mu Yuze still might be encountered on campus, could still be met by chance in the library.
The person he is now is truly out of reach. Even with Uncle Robert's connections and his care for her, what does that matter? She's just an orphan, alone and unprotected.
Su Wanwan snapped the laptop shut, her mood suddenly glooming.
She quickly finished her toast, packed her things, and headed out; today, she would continue her sketching in the suburbs.
But the weather wasn't cooperating. Not long after stepping out, a torrential downpour began. She waited on the roadside for nearly half an hour but couldn't hail a taxi, so she had to walk back with her easel.
Now, it seems yesterday's half-finished painting is as good as ruined. She sighed.
