Jian Si was lost in thought.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, blocking the moonlight.
Ji Mingche stood against the light, staring at her without blinking. Although worried about her condition, he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. His eyes betrayed an uncontainable joy and gratitude.
If Lu Youting had died.
Jian Si would never be able to forget him for the rest of her life.
He would become an eternal and unattainable presence in her heart, like a moonlit dream or a lingering scar, impossible to replace no matter how hard Ji Mingche tried.
But forgetting Lu Youting as he married another woman was an entirely different matter.
One day, Jian Si would be fully disheartened, completely broken, and finally turn to him.
"If you're feeling upset, let's head back to the hotel!"
Anyway, he had already arranged everything.
Whether he was here or not, the plan would proceed as intended.