Hiding behind the curtain, secretly watching Gong Lingtuo on the lawn, Jia Xuan couldn't control her tears.
So close, yet so far.
Once two people who were inseparable, now separated by an invisible mountain.
If it were before, she would be the first of all to rush downstairs, dash to his side, shamelessly, without caring about others' teasing and looks, throwing herself into his arms, even demanding a kiss from him publicly, boldly expressing her longing for him.
She's always been possessive of him, from a young age, she claimed him as her own.
But now she couldn't; she had to let him go.
Five years not seeing each other, he was still tall, handsome, strong and valiant, just more weathered; time had draped a veil over him, a veil that made people feel melancholy.
She tightly clutched the curtain, like a child who had done wrong, wanting to see him but afraid of being discovered, so she was like a helpless little beast, hiding in the corner, watching him begrudgingly.
