Jiang Xian didn't know what had happened during those four years. He didn't talk about it, and she didn't dare ask. All she knew was that he had a ginger cat, drank his lattes without sugar, kept no personal photos in his office, and only smiled for a fraction of a second.
She decided to get close to him again.
A cup of coffee, a trip to West Lake, an umbrella they shared, and a one-word "Okay."
