Iris thought, Perhaps I don't love you, but the young years I spent giving everything to you. Our love is like a flower that blooms in two worlds. It blooms on opposite shores of life and death, where flower and leaf never meet, forever missing each other. I love mine, and you love yours.
Liu Yumo stared at Luo Xia before him, his eyes roiling with dark waves. He clenched his fists as he watched her pass by with a smile, her arm linked with another man's. Her gaze barely brushed over him as they crossed paths, so fleetingly that it was hard to notice. His expression unchanged, he continued on his way, though his heart was desolate.
After letting go of the man's arm, Luo Xia felt inexplicably sad. There seemed to be suppressed anger in his eyes, but even more than that, there was sorrow. What could have made him so unhappy?
