When Gu Linyuan heard Song Qiao's words, he suddenly widened his eyes, somewhat in disbelief, with a rush of emotions flitting unpredictably through his gaze.
Regret beyond measure, loss, sadness, grief, even confusion.
Song Qiao, with her face turned aside to Gu Linyuan, looked toward the lotus flowers in the lake ahead, not noticing Gu Linyuan's unusual expression. Instead, she spoke lightly, "I heard you're also preparing to get engaged, is that right? Congratulations."
The woman's voice carried a hint of resignation and a smile, lacking the sadness that should have been there when they had just broken up.
Indeed, it had been a long time since their breakup, and she was now married to another man. For Gu Linyuan, there were still some mixed feelings.
After all, they had been together for so long, and this man was her first love.
Everyone says that first love is the hardest to forget, the easiest to give your true feelings to, and even the most hurtful.
