The voice on the other end of the line, Pei Nianchen, remained silent for a long time.
If it weren't for the faint sound of breathing still lingering in the receiver, Gu Jiayin would have thought that he had already hung up.
Her heart was equally troubled at this moment.
The calm and numbness of the previous moment were awakened by the deepest emotions at this time.
She cared about Pei Nianchen, she cared a lot.
However, as beautiful as love may be, it ultimately cannot withstand the passage of time, nor the separations and hardships between people.
Standing at a certain distance, watching you well is the best.
She didn't know what his expression was at this moment—sadness, calmness, or unbearable pain?
But regardless of which, this breakup seemed predestined in the void, and this love must come to an end.
The focus of her life was no longer love, she thought, and perhaps neither was his?
Time flowed quietly, so long that the western sky lost some of its crimson depth.
