Xu Weilai had always trusted her sixth sense. Even though Gu Yu did not show up himself, she always knew it was him that came to save her or helped her out in the past. Even though she did not see him, she could still vaguely felt Gu Yu's air of familiarity.
But at this very moment, his air of familiarity was non-existent. Perhaps he was too ill and too thin that she barely recognised him except for his facial features, or maybe it was her feeling towards him that had changed. She was looking at the same man, the same face, but her heart did not throb for him.
She even purposely held his hand, which had also gotten thinner. Not only his face had sunken, his body was a bag of bones. Even though she could feel his fingers were thinner that they used to be, she still could not find the familiarity in him.
Xu Weilai lips quivered a little as she unconsciously let go of his hand.
