Fo Zi'ang turned around and immediately chased after her.
Leaving behind a room full of jovial guests, clinking glasses in celebration.
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The woman stood at the end of the corridor with a slim lady's cigarette between her fingers, not really knowing what was going through her mind at the moment.
She just felt a sense of surrealism, as if she were in a dream.
When people reminisce about a painful period, they often recall the beautiful moments, unless there were none at all.
Just like when one enters society and looks back at high schoolers or junior high students—it all seems so full of youthful beauty, neglecting the overwhelming pressure and pain that came with it.
Yao Qing was reminiscing about her brief, seemingly started yet never quite commenced, second romance.
The reason she seemed composed in front of Yu Yanshen after the incident was probably because she knew that even if he didn't love her, she was the only one who could stand by his side.