Qian Wu looked at the person in the camera and felt an indescribable pain in his heart. It was as if he was looking at his past self. He had almost reached this point in his life. Fortunately, he met Song Ci, and Shi Mingyu pulled him back in time when he was about to give up.
His gaze refocused on Song Ci. She was smoking a cigarette, and there seemed to be a layer of loneliness that could not be brushed away. Slowly, she seemed to have stopped moving. Only the scarlet light of the cigarette butt flickered, indicating another person there. Unknowingly, a line of tears slowly flowed out of her eyes. She reached out to wipe her tears and smiled.
Chen Guihua's smile was soothing and beautiful on the high-resolution monitor. She was relieved but helpless.
