That day, she was at the pier, leaving with Cheng Ziyang. That day, he sat alone in the meticulously arranged cabin. That day, when he raised a champagne glass toward the empty seat at the other end of the long table.
He cursed her, he hoped she wouldn't be happy.
Missing her, he hoped she wouldn't be happy.
And now, she really isn't happy.
But why isn't he happy?
Old Chen's question fell like a stone into the sea, and just when he thought Gu Ningyi wouldn't speak, a voice suddenly arose from the back seat.
Gu Ningyi's voice, as always deep and charmingly magnetic, yet at that moment, seemed to have lost all its luster, becoming hollow and lonely.
Moreover, the voice was so faint, but every word spoken seemed to be wrapped in profound sorrow.
"Old Chen, I clearly hoped she wouldn't be happy, and now she truly isn't, yet why am I... so sad?"
