As Deng Jiaru looked out, the unexpected visitor in her eyes startled her slightly, yet he held a steady and unwavering eye contact with her.
The early summer afternoon sun cast a long shadow of Yun Qing on the courtyard's fence gate and reflecting it on the ground. Under the radiant sun, his tall figure was especially conspicuous, making Deng Jiaru feel dazzled, yet she didn't blink at all.
Only then, she realized, that over thirty years, she had never really looked at him.
Even the last time, when he first returned to the mainland and happened to meet her, she hadn't looked at him so closely.
Consequently, the remorse reflected in Yun Qing's painful eyes, strand by strand, entered Deng Jiaru's sight.
Remorse?
Why was there remorse in his eyes?
Deng Jiaru held hands with Shanshan and Erer, slightly shrinking back.