The autumn weather is clear, with high skies and scattered clouds. White clouds drift across the blue sky.
The fallen leaves of autumn drop one by one from the trees. Although the autumn sunlight is no longer scorching, it still casts a golden glow on the man.
Bei Ran raises her head, looking at the man in front of her. Between his eyebrows, there lingers an unresolved sorrow, even amidst the chilly desolation of the autumn sun.
Of course, Bei Ran had not expected Gu Qingchen to say to her, "Let's remarry!"
Indeed, for a woman as intelligent as Bei Ran, it was not difficult to see that Gu Qingchen had something on his mind!
But he didn't speak, and therefore, she didn't ask,
The relationship between the two of them has always been about giving each other enough space – this, Bei Ran understood perfectly.
