Gu Linyuan's eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing Song Qiao's words. A myriad of emotions flickered through his gaze, unpredictable and hard to pin down.
Regretful to the point of being inconsolable, despondent, heartbroken, sad, and even perplexed.
Song Qiao faced Gu Linyuan sideways, her gaze drifting to the lotus flowers in the lake before them, oblivious to the turmoil in Gu Linyuan's eyes. Speaking in an indifferent tone, she said, "I heard you're preparing for an engagement too, is that right? Congratulations."
There was a sense of resignation and a hint of amusement in the woman's voice, none of the sorrow that should have been there immediately after a breakup.
Indeed, it had been such a long time since they parted ways, and now that she was married to another man, albeit a lingering sentiment for Gu Linyuan still existed within her.
After all, they had been together for a long time, and this man was her first love.
