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In the darkness, Helian Qingyu turned to look at the silent woman. He could feel the distance between them. In the past six years, time had formed an invisible chasm between them.

He wanted to try to close the distance between them. He wanted to let her understand that he had actually loved her all these years after she left. He had never forgotten her, but he didn't know how to say it.

He reached out and covered the back of her hand. He tried to hold her hand, but the moment he touched her, the woman withdrew her hand as if she was electrocuted and turned her gaze to the window.

Helian Qingyu got out of the car and his assistant opened the door for Li Ruochu.

Standing in front of the grand presidential mansion, Li Ruochu felt as if a lifetime had passed.