If Zhao Yuning hadn't left, perhaps he and she would have already been married and might even have had children by now.
Unfortunately, such thoughts were fleeting. Looking back at Chen Xueru and Xiao Nian, Tang Shuwen felt relieved. He knew what he wanted. Some people, once missed, are truly missed, only able to live in the past. Chen Xueru and Xiao Nian were his present and future.
The coffee slowly cooled, and Zhao Yuning arrived.
She had lost a lot of weight, her hair all let down, which made her face look smaller, her complexion pale, and her appearance unwell. Dressed in a long white coat and wrapped in a patterned scarf, she looked even less spirited. The usual gentle and moving grace was gone, like a flower about to wither.
Tang Shuwen also felt pity in his heart, after all, she was a woman he had loved.
"Yuning..."
Zhao Yuning sat down, her face calm, and Tang Shuwen met her gaze equally calmly. There was no resentment, no accusations, just a dead pool of calm.
