The two groups collided head-on, only stopping again when they were about three or four meters apart.
Looking at Jiang Jinghao, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, Qiao Mo felt a bit dazed.
How long had it been since he turned away without a word and left?
It hadn't really been that long, but why did she feel like it had been an eternity?
The scenes from the past seemed to be frozen in the depths of her memory, almost sealed away long ago.
Qiao Mo stared at him in a trance; his eyes were still clear, reflecting sky blue and sunlight.
But he seemed thinner...
A lot thinner, and his eyes carried a loneliness that didn't belong to him.
Qiao Mo didn't dare to look anymore, she lowered her gaze and said nothing.
Jiang Jinghao, too, was staring at her in a daze, a hint of pain in his eyes, wanting to speak several times.
But seeing the big hand placed around her waist, he ultimately held back and said nothing.
