Gu Yucheng nodded his head and then went inside.
Ji Su stood by the window. Even through the glass, she could feel the storm raging outside—the wild winds were unrestrained, and the torrential rain incessant. The number of pedestrians on the street dwindled.
She reached out and wrote words on the foggy window. The name Gu Yucheng eventually blurred and disappeared into the mist.
Was their love like this storm? As destructive as a passing typhoon, leaving behind nothing but ruins and disarray.
As Ji Su thought about this, Gu Yucheng came out, freshly washed.
Seeing him emerge, she turned her head and glanced over.
He was wearing casual clothes which made him look a lot younger. However, his brows were still marked by an undissipated coldness.
Ji Su didn't speak; she didn't know what to say.
Gu Yucheng walked up to her, "Did you bring your medicine? Have you taken it?"
"No, I..." Ji Su had forgotten to take her medication.
