Sheng Tang had not returned to her room.
She was wearing soft and warm pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, talking with Gu Shiting.
"...Were those years difficult to endure?" Sheng Tang asked him.
In her palm was still the ring, and when she tried it on her finger, it was a size too big.
She used to not be as thin as she is now.
Since she had accepted the ring, Sheng Tang no longer avoided the past and started talking with Gu Shiting.
The conversation was heavy, but after speaking, would they both feel lighter?
Gu Shiting gave a bitter smile.
He leaned on the other end of the sofa and also took off his shoes.
His feet rested near Sheng Tang's, able to touch her toes in the cashmere socks.
He sighed, "There's nothing much worth mentioning about me. But you, are there still signs of depression returning?"
Sheng Tang smiled slightly, "I knew Brother Zhou couldn't keep things to himself; he would tell you everything."
