His indifferent, estranged demeanor made it seem as if she were just a stranger to him.
The intimacy of the past became the greatest irony, and under his gaze, Su Yan's heart grew colder bit by bit.
She walked out of the café, looking at the bustling crowd outside, feeling only confusion inside.
This road was a commercial street, very bustling, with a constant stream of people coming and going.
Yet she felt like someone abandoned by the world, completely out of place in this bustling world.
"Honk—honk—"
The sudden sound of a car horn pierced her ears, pulling her scattered thoughts back.
Su Yan turned towards the sound, and beside her, a car window rolled down.
Gu Chaohan's face slowly came into view, and he looked at her, laughing softly, "Love?"
The tone of the single word was filled with endless sarcasm.
Su Yan tightened her coat around her body, withdrew her gaze, and didn't even glance at him as she walked forward in quick strides.
