Ye Chen puffed on a cigarette, his mind involuntary recalling the days he had spent with Ning Yuxi. The joy of those times had become the source of his present pain.
If they never met again, perhaps those memories would have settled slowly into Ye Chen's heart with time, never to surface again.
But fate was peculiar like that, catching Ye Chen somewhat off guard.
Ning Yuxi stole glances at the most important man in her life, a man who had directly influenced her entire life, a man she could never erase from her heart. Her eyes were hazy, filled with lingering affection and reluctance.
The Ye Chen of now was different from the one in her memory, who was brash and full of vitality. He had become more mature, shedding his naivety and rashness, steadier and more weathered by life.
Especially the occasional flash of pain in his eyes let Ning Yuxi know that he must have had a hard time over the years; otherwise, a man as confident and arrogant as him would not show such an expression.