He truly came back to life.
Alive and appeared before her.
This time, his smile was not perfunctory, not false, not zombie-like, and not desperate.
Instead, it was gentle and soft like the morning breeze, warm like a spring day.
Even the lifeless aura he once had deep in his eyes was gone.
"Why?" Chu Qianli knew she shouldn't ask, after all, Feng Dingchu's transformation was a good thing.
Yet, she couldn't help it.
What had happened? Why, in less than two hours, did he seem to have come back to life?
His whole being rejuvenated, bursting with vitality!
Feng Dingchu withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the distant sky.
The smile at the corner of his mouth had disappeared, but he felt completely renewed.
As if he had merged with the spring day.
"At least I know that in this world, there really are people who care about me."
So, let the past be the past.
Some people, some emotions, were never meant to be his.