Mr. Tang? The thought of being called that almost drove Tang Baijin to a murderous rage!
Six years, and indeed, everything had changed!
But the one thing that hadn't changed was his unceasing and unforgetful yearning for the woman Bei Ran.
It's just that in her eyes, he could no longer find a trace of dependency or emotion towards him.
Bei Ran maintained her formulaic smile, "I've got other matters to attend to, Mr. Tang, I'll be leaving first!"
As she brushed past him, no matter how life unfolds, there are always those people you almost touch, and yet miss for a lifetime.
Just like her and Tang Baijin.
"Bei Ran, can you really leave?" Tang Baijin fiercely grabbed her wrist.
Bei Ran's heart ached sharply, a pain she hadn't felt in a long time, as if her heart was being sliced open by the sharpest of bayonets, bloody and raw.
