"And what about you? Did you ever have a first love?"
Gu Lanshan, who previously had a very clear expression, heard these words and gradually began to look a bit sorrowful. Because the lighting was dim, her sadness was like a veil, ethereal. She held a can of alcohol with a slight force, her knuckles turning somewhat white.
The atmosphere between the two had just become somewhat cheerful, talking about Sheng Shi's wild love affairs from his youth, but it instantly grew stagnant.
The woman's sorrow was all too apparent.
Sheng Shi felt it completely, solidly. He looked at her, moved his lips, but said nothing.
After what seemed an unknown length of time, Gu Lanshan finally lowered her eyelids slightly, her tone gently, yet inexplicably heartbreaking, she said, "I had one, too..."
