A piece of torn paper fell from Feng Yihang's hand. He picked it up and looked at it. On it was her graceful handwriting, which said: Love you.
After seeing the words 'Love you', Feng Yihang snorted coldly, "I've watched you grow up since you were a little kid, Feng Yihuan. Let me tell you this, in university, you'd better behave, or else don't blame your second brother for locking you up. As for early romance, no way."
After saying this, Feng Yihang strode away, leaving behind a floor full of torn paper.
Feng Yihuan squatted down, looking at the torn paper quietly lying on the ground, as if seeing her own heart.
For a moment just now, her heart seemed to be torn apart as well, scattered like these pieces of paper on the ground.
Before her second brother left, she had been holding back her tears.
But now, she couldn't cry at all.
She didn't want to cry anymore. She had no ability, wasn't good at studying since childhood, as if she was always an embarrassment to others.
