"If, after you've tried..." Gu Yan's voice was hoarse, ringing out with painful clarity in the dim light, "you still can't forget A-cheng..."
He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing something bitter, "Then I concede."
These words struck Xu Huan’s heart like a stone, sending ripples spreading endlessly across the lake of her mind. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the look on Gu Yan’s face as he spoke—his slightly lowered lashes, his clenched jaw, and the forbearance and longing hidden deep within his eyes.
Chapter 103