Now, in the present, she was looking into those same eyes.
The same golden eyes she had seen back then, the same ones that had watched her on that spring day by the pond.
But they were different now.
The warmth in them was undeniable. A depth of emotion swirled in his gaze—something that had never been there before, something that held so much care, so much longing, so much love.
Hua Jing's breath hitched.
How had they ended up here?
A lifetime ago, she had hated him.
A lifetime ago, she had sworn she would never look at him without resentment.
And yet, as she stared at him now, she couldn't help but wonder—
Was she wrong?
Had she misunderstood all along?
She had spent years thinking of him as the man who had betrayed her. The man who had turned his back on her in her greatest moment of need.
Yet, when she thought back—really thought—he had always been there.
Every time she looked up, he had always been there.
Every time she had fallen, he had been there.
