Their faces were so close their noses were almost touching. Chu Yao could clearly see the tiny reflection of herself in Lu Xize's eyes.
His eyes were darker than most, framed by long lashes. Combined with his perpetually inscrutable gaze, they seemed to hold a galaxy of stars—gorgeous, profound, and utterly captivating.
It was a gaze she was intimately familiar with, eyes she knew all too well.
Chu Yao's heart suddenly stilled. All the anger and fear from moments before vanished, replaced by the bitter sorrow of the past six years.
She had always been the one trailing behind him. She had always run to him first whenever she got into trouble. He was always the first person she thought of for anything she couldn't handle on her own. But for the past six years?
Her parents divorced. She was heartbroken, but she bore it alone.
The company went bankrupt. She was terrified, but she bore it alone.
Her father fell ill. She was devastated, but she bore it alone.
