She had admired Mu Xingfeng since she was young, following his footsteps for nearly twenty years.
But why, when he was always just a turn away, couldn't he see her?
Lin Ruonan thought that as long as she was good enough to follow his steps, one day he would turn around and see her. But now, he was looking in another direction.
What should she do? The emotions of over ten years were already deeply rooted in her heart. Following Mu Xingfeng's footsteps had become a habit in her life over the past twenty years. Should she just give up like this? Give up before even getting a chance to start?
Lin Ruonan stared blankly at the streetlight not far away, two lines of clear tears rolling down her beautiful big eyes.
She didn't know how much time had passed. When the sky in the East began to lighten, the traffic on the road started to increase, and a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the neighborhood.
