Gu Shiting was filled with immense fury the moment he saw Gu Jiahui betray Sheng Tang.

Sheng Tang was so wonderful, he had put her in the palm of his hand, yet Gu Jiahui treated her so poorly.

Even though he had hurt him, he didn’t feel guilty.

Until that moment.

Sheng Tang told him: You are different.

He was only concerned with his own grievances, but when Sheng Tang said those words, her eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of mist. Wasn’t she feeling hurt?

Over the years, had she suffered any less?

He had decided to stay far away from her, not to add new scars to her heart, so why did he keep coming back, making things difficult for her?

Gu Shiting stepped forward and gently embraced her.

"I’m sorry," he said sincerely.

Between the two of them, saying sorry always seemed so tragic.

Gu Shiting hadn’t expected that, at this point, those three words were the only ones he had left to say to Sheng Tang.

Sorry for her.

That car accident was his fault, causing her to lose so much. Neither grandma nor he could ever return to her life, and it was his doing.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love him anymore.

To her, Gu Shiting was still the most special; she just couldn’t be with him.

That was what made Gu Shiting heartbroken.

She had endured more grievances than he did.

Sheng Tang gathered her emotions, composed herself, and patted his back, "It’s okay. Don’t speak like this in the future, and don’t do anything foolish."

"I understand."

"Alright," Sheng Tang patted his back again, indicating for him to let go.

Gu Shiting’s voice was almost pressed against her eardrum, hoarse, "I love you, Tangtang. To me, you are not different; you are the only one."

Sheng Tang’s tears were almost about to spill over.

She gently exerted force to escape from his embrace.

She took a few steps back, the vine fell on her shoulder, and the gentle breeze passed by, taking away the remaining warmth Gu Shiting had left on her.

She nodded, "I know."

He loved her, she certainly knew, and had always known. For Gu Shiting, changing was difficult; his heart was more steadfast than anyone’s.

"If someday, you feel that grandma’s death isn’t as important anymore, and you can truly let it go, will you come back to me?" His eyes deeply fell upon her face, "I’ve been waiting for you all along."

He thought back to long, long ago, when he asked Sheng Tang to accompany him to study in Switzerland, and she declined, writing him a poem.

"...I will wait for you beneath the thousand searches,

If the water comes, I will wait for you in the water,

If the fire comes, I will wait for you in the ashes."

It turned out to be prophetic.

Now, it was he who was waiting for Sheng Tang.

Sheng Tang looked back at him, her eyes showing a gentle smile, "If...I can manage, I will."

Gu Shiting also smiled.

The slightly scorching August sunlight heated up the reunion at this moment.

Sheng Tang told him to go home, while she turned around and headed back to Gu Jiahui’s hospital room.

Gu Jiahui had eaten lunch and was already exhausted, falling asleep.

Sheng Tang sat beside him for a moment.

Cheng Lichuan came too.

"Have you eaten?" he quietly asked Sheng Tang.

Sheng Tang shook her head.

"Go eat something," he said, "I’ll watch him here. If you have something to do, go ahead."

Sheng Tang agreed.

She went downstairs and found her assistant Ai’ai, and together they went to have lunch.

The paparazzi hadn’t found out about her return to the city yet, so when Sheng Tang went to the restaurant, she wore a mask and sat in a corner, avoiding attention.

Ai’ai helped her order.

"Sister Tang, we’re trending again." Ai’ai said happily, "Brother Fei said he applied for some budget from the company, and it was worth spending."

"Why are we trending?" Sheng Tang asked.