In the pitch-black night, her short hair fluttered, and on her delicate face, a pair of clear eyes as bright and luminous as the moon.
He was lost in thought as he watched her.
Her lips trembled slightly, and after a while, she let out a soft laugh, gently tucking her messy hair.
"We can never go back, can we?"
"No, your place in my heart has never changed!"
He said in a low voice.
A lifetime may only allow for loving one person.
And that person, loved for most of one's life; how can the second half of life change easily?
He really wanted to hold her gently, to cherish her for a lifetime.
Yet he couldn't.
For him, she was the moon in the sky, to gaze at yet always out of reach.
Li Jiaqi's eyes slightly froze.
An overwhelming sense of bitterness poured through her heart.
Suddenly, she wanted to cry...
In her former girlish dreams, she indeed had fantasized about someday wearing a white wedding dress and walking hand-in-hand with a man into the church for a wedding.
