In every girl's youth, there will always be a boy she loves but cannot have, lingering in her memories. Perhaps it's not because she can't forget that person, but because she misses those swiftly passing times and the passion of that age.
After traversing the long river of time, Lu Li, for her, is just a regret.
And similar regrets, she already has many in her life, so she clearly understands that all she needs is time.
Nan Wan has tried hard for herself, but she is no longer the teenage girl who just started feeling love; these past six months have been enough for her to become clear-headed.
Maybe, love nowadays is too costly, and not being with the one you like is life's norm.
She is not Nan Feng; she doesn't have loving parents, a happy warm home, or a Lu Li who loves her as if she's his life.
All she has, aside from her brother in a coma from a car accident, is a mother suffering from severe mental illness.
He is no longer the boy in white who used to secretly climb up the tree and toss candies one by one into her room through the open window when she was beaten black and blue.
He is the Lu Li whose heart only holds his deceased cousin Nan Feng, who believes he can see Nan Feng's spirit, who is already beyond help.
And her cousin Nan Feng, on her 20th birthday, traveled to Holland, where the plane disintegrated in mid-air, with no survivors among the crew and passengers, including Nan Feng.
Nan Wan can't redeem him, just as no one can redeem Nan Wan.
They are both people struggling in hell, and waking up each day to realize they are still alive just means enduring another day of torment.
The door was opened from the inside, making a slight sound.
Nan Wan instinctively looked over; the man's handsome face was expressionless. After a fleeting glance at her, he no longer paid her any attention.
Nan Wan quickly stood up straight, "I'm sorry, we can start now."
"There's no need."
His voice was indifferent, without a trace of warmth, starkly different from before.
"But your injury..."
"I am very busy. I don't have the time to waste on an irresponsible doctor."
As his words fell, the man took large strides, his pace steady, the sound of his leather shoes tapping crisply on the floor.
The crisp scent belonging to the man hadn't faded from the air yet. Nan Wan stood there, watching the tall figure gradually recede into the distance without chasing after to offer any explanation.
Suddenly, Nan Wan remembered her first glance at this man last night and the inexplicable thoughts that came to her mind.
A man lonely to the point of illness; perhaps deep down, he's buried countless untold stories.
The people of Qing City were originally all talking about the change of ownership of the Mu Family, mostly with envy, yet no one dared to come forward and challenge him.
After all, the ability of this man to have once managed the Ji Family in An City was no fiction.
Nan Wan thought, how wonderful must those times have been, to make someone willing to abandon his own home and stay in a Ji Family with no blood ties for more than ten years, eventually even going to prison.
Except for himself, no one should be able to understand it.