It was a shirt custom-made into a piece of art.
Messy threads, faint creases—no matter what angle you looked from, it really did feel like the kind of artwork that would be named "Love."
Yes, what women love most in this life, and what men love most too, is probably watching a woman wearing a man's shirt, while the fiercest fire between them ignites, isn't it?
Only, the reason this shirt could make Feng Chengxuan stand there for so long was—its topmost button was missing.
The scattered threads were very much like the greatest regret of his life, that missed chance back then, and the second time he failed Su Xin.
Staring at it, Feng Chengxuan's eyes grew uncontrollably distant, bloodshot and red.
Su Xin—who had donated this piece—came for one last look at this "love" that had been preserved, and that was how she caught sight of Feng Chengxuan's figure.
