Only when he saw her did he come alive again.
This man was despicable and disgusting, like a crow that hides in the dark, peering at people, fearful of sunlight.
But what of it? He liked her.
They had once relied on each other to get through the most difficult of times; they were meant to be together.
He was not like Jackie Qualls.
Hypocritical and cowardly; he liked her but didn't dare to step forward, lacking even the courage to face an opponent head-on.
What did it matter if he had won the Best Actor award, if everyone adored and cherished him, when he still couldn't win over the person he loved?
The sun tilted westward, but before it could set, it was obscured by thick clouds.
The continuous, fine rain began to fall, like silver needles threaded with fine lines, casting a thin veil over the picturesque Jiangnan, with vapor rising from the ground, blurring the line between heaven and earth with a breathtaking haze.