t thinking his name, but every time she did, it hurt.In that pain, she remembered their first meeting, his soft whisper of "gde" in her ear on a bright morning, him playing the piano for her on a snow...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.ust then, Ho Shaoting's phone rang."This is from Huo Zhendong," he said, putting a hand around her waist and answering the phone. "Dad"Ho Chin-tung's voice was not very good: "Shaoting, you bring Wen...