Days passed.
But the distance grew.
Jisoo avoided him.
Meetings—
Short.
Conversations—
Minimal.
Professional.
Cold.
Shen Yan noticed.
But didn't stop her.
Because he did the same.
One afternoon—
They crossed paths.
Again.
Same hallway.
Same silence.
But this time—
Different.
Because now—
They knew.
"…Miss Ning," he said.
Formal.
Distant.
Jisoo paused.
"…Mr. Shen," she replied.
The same tone.
Their eyes met.
And everything—
Came rushing back.
The past.
The pain.
The love.
Unspoken.
Unresolved.
Jisoo looked away first.
"…I have work," she said.
And walked past him.
Without waiting.
Shen Yan didn't turn.
Didn't call her.
Because if he did—
He might not be able to stop.
👉 Sometimes distance isn't created by space.
👉 It's created by truth.