Nianyang's unease was snowballing, growing larger with each passing moment. Looking at Sheng Feng's demeanor, she was becoming timid.
She had a premonition that what she was about to see would make her regret for a lifetime.
But she was always the kind who wouldn't give up until reaching the end, even if she knew there were thorns ahead, just for the answer in her heart.
She unhesitatingly followed Sheng Feng; the two walked one behind the other, making a big circle around the surrounding area, and finally arrived at a small garden filled with fragrant flowers and green willows.
Sheng Feng stopped and smoked. Nianyang looked up; her vision was excellent and she saw through the fine intersecting branches.
She saw a scene that pierced her heart.
The man she was most familiar with was sitting on a white bench, back facing her, and chatting happily with a girl who had a delicate appearance.
The two were very close, nearly shoulder to shoulder.
