"Come over and sit down! Don't just stand there." Seeing that she showed no signs of resistance, Nan Jiayan reached out, took her hand, and led her to sit down in front of the sofa, then went to the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee.
Throughout, Lu Shishu didn't say anything. In fact, she was curious about why he suddenly left without saying a word seven years ago, and she especially wanted to know the root of what had troubled her for more than seven years.
When he brought the coffee over, Lu Shishu looked at the steam rising from the cup, slowly lifted her hand to take a sip by her lips. The light bitterness and milk fragrance felt so familiar, making her nostalgic. Images of the time when she first met him and the time when they were together flashed in her mind.
So sweet, so happy...
Yet, just thinking about his unannounced departure, that heart-wrenching feeling, that happiness, and sweetness, would vanish entirely.
