Gu Hanchuan always thought of the girl who walked with a soft, unsteady gait as little more than an inconsequential kitten. He gave his whole heart to his white moonlight, and always believed An Qixia was just her shadow. But as they gradually drifted apart, he realized there was no shadow at all. An Qixia was mischievous and clever, full of schemes, and nothing like his white moonlight. Beneath the dappled shade of the trees, Gu Hanchuan gazed quietly at the girl in his arms, his heart clenched with pain. They were different, completely and utterly different.
Ah, this ending is too hasty, right?