The year she met him, she was already 29 years old, while he was just 19.
She was even wearing a wedding ring, symbolizing another life.
Throughout their interactions.
She never dared to imagine standing beside him in that way.
She was an extremely intelligent woman, also adept at self-reflection.
She knew that perhaps all these years, she had always admired him.
But this emotion was suppressed by her strong inner rationality and the shackles of her "elder" status.
But this meeting, Tang Song's change, especially his change in attitude towards her.
Made the lake in her heart, long calm and waveless, begin to ripple with waves.
So she started to find excuses for herself.
But always felt that if they really reached that step.
There would be an indescribable, immoral shame in her heart.
Looking at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figure in the painting.
She couldn't help but mutter to herself:
"How do you really see me?"
