In the past two years, he has discovered a rule: as time passes... his memory of her only becomes clearer, so clear that he can instantly paint any image of her in his mind.
Little Gua...
His Little Gua...
Not knowing how long had passed, the man leaning against the chair finally opened his eyes.
A pair of phoenix eyes instantly flowed with endless pain and longing, which then merged into an abyss of deep, unseen darkness, well hidden by him.
He picked up the keys beside him and opened the left drawer of the desk.
Seeing the small items the young girl used before inside, his eyebrows unwittingly softened a bit.
Her notebook inside, her phone, and her scarf...
Whenever he had nothing to do, he would take them out to look at.
Even the private posts she had secretly made without his knowledge, he went through them all.
Every time he discovered something he didn't know about, he would be happy for the whole day.
