Two years ago, he had ended his four-year relationship with her with his own hands, yet still kept her by his side as his assistant. He had congratulated himself on making a sensible and correct decision.
Two years later, watching her grow increasingly unhappy, he began to wonder whether his decision had hurt her. Perhaps he had been too sure of himself, thinking that once time had worn love away, it could never return.
He wanted to bring back the happiness she had lost, to recover the joy they had left behind. But was there still time?
P.S. I have to set this story aside for now. I’m terribly stuck, and have only managed to write the first section of the first chapter. Sigh~
