Looking back over the past twenty years, Zhou Zhi feels like Zhang Dai of Shu, as if it had all been one long dream and she had awoken in another lifetime.
Plunged into darkness, she could no longer see the light. The eyes that had so often brimmed with laughter quietly took on a distant cast amid the blackness.
Fu Rujing almost couldn't recognize her.
The person who had once loved him so boldly and recklessly had changed in barely three years. Her eyes were as still as an ancient well, and when she looked at him, the brightness had vanished from her expression.
Only now and then did he seem to glimpse the unyielding soul inside her, her back straight and taut like a poplar standing upright in the cold wind.
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