Wei Anning sat silently beside, a gust of wind seeped through the crack of the door, chilling her to the bone. So, it turned out the reason they couldn't stay together anymore was the Ferris wheel they rode together.
A sorrow overcame her. She knew it was wrong to think this way, that their failed relationship was entirely due to their personalities. But why couldn't she stop wondering—if they had kissed at the highest point that day, would they have been able to walk through life happily together?
The Ferris wheel reached its station, and she stepped out of the cabin. Watching a couple leave hand in hand, she turned to gaze at the Ferris wheel spinning again, as though she was looking up at her own happiness.
After a long pause, she left in desolation.
Just as she reached the roadside, a silver Cayenne slowly stopped before her. The car window descended, revealing the man in the driver's seat, his features refined, his aura cold as ice. Who else could it be but Gong Ting?
