Zhan Nanjue looked at Ou Yimo with a complicated expression.
This Ou Yimo before him was unlike any moment he remembered.
She no longer sharpens her words to hurt others, nor does she go hysterically mad.
She even seemed a little pitiful.
As if she was desperately pleading, wanting to retrieve the past that had faded away.
But 'the past', once it's slipped away, can never be found again.
No matter how much regret, pain, anguish, or sorrow—nothing can change what's already happened.
And he, his decisions would never change because of someone.
Zhan Nanjue said in a calm tone, "There's nothing to be sorry for. Disliking someone has plenty of reasons."
Yet liking someone, perhaps, never really has any reason, does it?
"Azhan..."
"Since the past is already past, you should live well in the present. Isn't your acting career taking off recently? In time, you'll certainly become a true international superstar, finding your place."
