Many times, Mo Roulan wondered that if she met him again in this life, then what would she do?
She had thought she would be able to react very calmly. She thought that she would pass by him as if he was a stranger.
But the large part of her heart wished to never see him again.
She was calm facing the eighteen-year-old He Jian. But how would she hold the pain in her heart facing the man now he would have become, she thought?
The man who was everywhere in her memories till now even after her so many attempts to wipe him away from her memories.
Now In front of her, stood the very man.
His figure, his features very similar to the man in her memory.
She looked away from his ice-cold blue eyes fearing that she would again become lovesick just like her past self.
Her eyes unconsciously fell on the woman standing beside him who was looking at her with a frown on her face at this moment.
