Gu Nianchen made only one mistake: he was utterly convinced that the person beside him, the long-haired woman whose smile was like sunshine in March, was nothing more than a substitute to make Tang Nana happy, nothing more than a tool to spare him a few rounds of empty pleasantries in this business battle. But why, why did she sometimes make even his heart of stone feel compassion?
He remembered something a person whose marriage had failed once said: “All I wanted was a hug. Then, by accident, there was a kiss. Then you realize you need a bed, a house, a marriage certificate... And when you get divorced, you remember: all you wanted was a hug.” But people are so greedy. When you meet something you love, how could a single hug ever be enough?
He asked her, “Where did we take the wrong turn?”
A breeze drifted in. The hair of the person leaning against his shoulder brushed his eyes, lips, and nose. It smelled so sweet. And so he smiled tenderly.
But she cried in her sleep.
