C209 It Would be Unfair to Her

That night, Gu Sihan stood by the window all night long. The hand in his hand was still holding the hand-drawn painting, and he didn't let it drop for even a moment.

After a long time, the darkness outside the window slowly faded away, and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon.

The man who had been motionless in front of the window for hours, almost frozen into a statue, finally moved