Gong Ting leaned back on the chair. These past five years, his mind had been focused on Ning'er, which indeed made him grow distant from Yhan Xi. He responded lightly.
Yhan Xi turned her head to look at him. The man's handsome face, under the flickering lights, appeared even more charming. She longed for just a moment to be with him; even such a trivial wish was a luxury.
Gong Ting was a very devoted man. Once he set his heart on someone, he wouldn't look back unless he hit a wall. If Wei Anning hadn't died, if Su Yu hadn't been by his side, she wouldn't have missed this golden opportunity.
She couldn't help but wonder, if she hadn't chosen to leave five years ago, if she had stayed by his side, then the person he loved now would be her, not Su Yu.
