Bai Mengling drifted over and carefully examined Gao Haochen's features. He looked more mature and weathered than he did more than a decade ago. His hair had traces of silver, and his face exuded an unfamiliar aura of a mature man to Bai Mengling!
Through these many years of waiting, Bai Mengling had never forgotten Gao Haochen, whether she was awake or not. But Gao Haochen had already forgotten her. The eyes that once looked at her always brimming with love were now filled only with panic and fear! Fear of her!
Bai Mengling felt sorrowful. The lover she had yearned for even in death had in fact perished with her at the moment of her death. The Gao Haochen who was whole-heartedly devoted to her, who could endure any hardship for her, had long been buried in her heart by the passage of time. The Gao Haochen of today was merely a stranger, not the lover she had cherished in her heart!
