Speaking of Su Fu, Ran Yan's expression didn't change much. She was only slightly stunned, then a soft smile spread across her lips, "We just passed each other by."
In the vast sea of people, there were some unusual intersections, and after they each went their separate ways, they continued on their different paths in life.
If there had been no Xiao Song, if this wasn't the Great Tang, if there had been more time to slowly blend together, perhaps their feelings for each other could have reached fruition. But what are "ifs" in the world?
Therefore, when presented with two different depths of feelings, Ran Yan didn't hesitate to choose the more suitable one.
Between Xiao Song and Su Fu, setting aside their feelings, one stood like a mountain always in the distance, available anytime she wished to find him; the other, however, was elusive as a dragon, rarely seen, and Ran Yan could only wait like a lighthouse, hoping for his approach.
