In the backyard of the Shen family on rainy days, Shen Qiuci would always see that man standing at the mouth of the well, silent.
Shen Qiuci walked over, and the man raised his head, with a face that was familiar but whose emotions were unclear.
"Nancheng," she read out his name, "I miss you so much..."
"Why didn't you die?"
What she saw in Gu Nancheng's eyes was not confusion, but hatred.