Wei Shuqian supported Wen Jiao's shoulders, staring into her eyes, emphasizing each word, "I really want to know."
"Even if this truth is painful for you?"
"Yes," Wei Shuqian smiled wryly, self-mockingly: "Wen Jiao, there is no truth more painful than losing you."
Wen Jiao thought, perhaps the day had really come when it could no longer remain unsaid.
After so many years apart, they were fated to reunite; perhaps those past secrets shouldn't remain buried forever.
Ultimately, Wen Jiao revealed everything.
At 18, Wen Jiao truly loved Wei Shuqian. How much did she love him? For the first time, the young lady, used to playing games with life, genuinely wanted to plan a future for the two of them.
Wen Jiao had really considered spending her whole life with Wei Shuqian.
The turning point came on a winter's day when she was 18, during the New Year.
That year, Xiangjiang was exceptionally cold.
