Fate is indeed unfeeling and does not unfold according to people's desired paths.
Over the years, she watched Yan Tingfeng become more composed and mature, all the while knowing he has been gathering intelligence on her.
Each year, a portrait of her would be sent to him, and he would then place these portraits in the intelligence pavilion.
She also knew he had been to Fengyuan, but each time he visited, she happened to be away.
They never deliberately invited each other because, in their hearts, they believed their future held ample time for meetings.
But there is no future now.
Ye Wanlan blinked gently, her eyelashes quivering, and unknowingly, a tear fell.
Missed encounters between them, both a mistake and passed.
This missed encounter meant an eternal separation.
The first time he saw her was as a corpse.
