The only remaining impression of the young Gu Chen is the coldness revealed in his eyes.
Not indifference, just indifference.
Gu Chen never showed any disgust for her existence, but he did not give her much enthusiasm.
At that time, Jian Sangyu’s thoughts were not at all on Gu Chen.
I have passed the age of being carefree at the middle school, and I have no time to worry about the things that girls who are just in love should worry about.
Jian Sangyu recalled the past, reached out to touch the wedding ring on her fingertips, and laughed in a low voice.
It’s amazing.
Now she can like Gu Chen so much.
And Gu Chen can actually like her so much.
She and Gu Chen have known each other for many years.
But I was really moved by each other at the most appropriate time.
This is the best way to love.