Lin Yixun, as usual, maintained her routine of commuting between the company, the hospital, and the Half Mountain Villa. She didn't understand what was going through Leng Yixiu's head that night, to suddenly ask if he still held a place in her heart. Looking back, it was truly laughable.
Five years ago, she had offered her genuine feelings to him, but he didn't want them and ruthlessly trampled on them. Now, after five years, he actually cared about her feelings - what was this?
That day, Lin Yixun finished a busy day and left the company intending to visit the hospital. As she stepped out of the company door, a colleague nudged her shoulder on purpose, "Yixun, look! There's a handsome guy!"
"He's covering his face with a hat, a baseball cap, and a mask. How can you tell he's definitely handsome?" a colleague retorted, scoffing, "What's with the act, does he think he's a celebrity or something?"
