"Shirao?" He noticed her long silence and felt a tinge of unease.
Had she been scared by his extravagant habits?
Actually, this habit started after he met her, after he fell for her...
Every time he thought of her, there was never an adequate reason to approach her.
Every time he thought of her, she always fled to a faraway place.
Every time he thought of her, turning restlessly in bed unable to sleep, yet she always remained coldly distant.
He couldn't get close to her, nor enter her world, and instead fantasized about one day giving her everything.
He originally thought she'd never have the chance to come here again.
But at least now, she knew...
She knew how he had once watched her intently from afar...
Yet he always appeared indifferent, lightly and casually, serene as a gentle breeze, fearing to frighten her, scare her away, drive her back.
Gong Shirao didn't speak.
His unease grew.
At that moment, something fell out of his pocket.
