Su Chaoyang was slightly taken aback as he watched him turn around.
Even though Zhang Yanjun had told him that he went to Tibet for several months, getting a lot darker and thinner, he was still somewhat surprised when he actually saw him now.
The Song Wenbin of the past had slightly fair skin and exuded a youthful vitality and cheerfulness, presenting an image of refinement and handsomeness.
Yet, with just a few months gone by, his eyes mirrored a newfound maturity and steadiness, the glint within them grew deeper, and that's not even mentioning the changes in his overall appearance.
Feeling a sour sensation in his heart and thinking about how he spent everything he had but still couldn't earn the favor of the woman he loved, Su Chaoyang began to blame himself.
If Du Mengxin wasn't in love with him, she probably wouldn't have rejected Wenbin so firmly, right? Subjectively, he held no fault, but objectively, he had driven the two apart.
