Chen Qianmo had once believed that among the many who pursued her, she could find someone to spend the rest of her life with in peace.
But now, knowing this situation, realizing that she hadn't given up on the feelings between the two of them, her heart was filled with indescribable complex emotions.
Given how terrible his situation was, he knew he couldn't possibly ask her to bear it with him.
He placed her fingers by his lips and sat beside her for a very long time.
Gradually, the view outside the window turned to night, the streetlights came on, and neon lights flickered, narrating the city's prosperity.
There were no lights on in the room, which remained dark save for the occasional flashing lights from outside, casting a faint glow within.
Clasping Yan Qingruo's hand, the lights from outside sketched numerous lonely silhouettes of his figure.
All of this was unknown to Yan Qingruo, and Chen Qianmo had no intentions of letting her find out.