A long time passed.
The raging storm in her heart finally subsided, leaving behind only the wreckage of a tempest's passing—a chaotic mess of broken branches and fallen leaves.
What do you want most?
She had once asked Lu Xiu the same question.
He said he would tell her later, but "later" never came.
The question was a hook, dredging up her innermost feelings and pulling forth the past. She didn't just miss him; she remembered so many things he had said to her.
An empty ache spread through her chest, vast and all-consuming.
In the deep, dark summer night, a late breeze blew past, cold against her face.
"I don't know..."
Liang Wan heard the hoarseness in her own voice.
"You don't know?"
Gao Qian hissed, frowning at her. He truly couldn't understand why she was crying.
On her fair, delicate face, her eyes were wide, but the rims were red like a rabbit's. In the blink of an eye, the water welling within them overflowed, streaming down her cheeks until her face was soaked.
