"Wen Nuan?" A familiar voice of surprise arose, right beside her ear. Wen Nuan wiped her tears and looked up to see Du Di standing before her, clad in an iron-grey suit, handsome and dashing. He was the man she had seen who suited a suit best, graceful as a noble young master stepping right out of a painting, the dazzling lights from the opposite shore creating an unbelievable backdrop for him. Du Di ...
Why was he here?
Hadn't he returned to the United States?
Without a word, Du Di handed Wen Nuan a tissue, his eyes brimming with pity and tenderness. Seeing her cry alone at night pained him so much that he just wanted to hold her and keep the pain and sadness at bay.
Wen Nuan accepted the tissue; her disheveled state witnessed by him yet again.
He always had a way of appearing when she was at her saddest, at her most vulnerable ...
