Jia Xuan held the book that Gong Lingtuo had read, slowly laying down on the bed. She intended to read it carefully, just as he wanted to enter her spiritual world, she also longed to enter his.
Though she was aware that in this lifetime, they were not destined to be together. She had no right to become his wife again, and one day, she would have to stand far away, watching him build a family and have children with another woman.
However, she still silently cared for him, understood him, and secretly loved him.
Yet, she couldn't get past a few pages before feeling overwhelmed by the desire to cry.
Five years had passed. She had been away from him for a full five years, and for five years she hadn't smelled his scent. She missed him particularly, suppressing her emotions for all these years.
