"What's wrong?" Qin Youxue wrote down an answer on her notes. Upon hearing Jian Yang's words, she raised her head lightly and glanced at him.
A kiss landed on the corner of her lips.
She widened her eyes slightly, and then heard Jian Yang whisper softly, "I like you."
He didn't understand romance; liking was simply liking. When spoken aloud, it came with nothing but a genuine heart.
Qin Youxue's eyelashes trembled subtly. She raised her head and gazed at Jian Yang's handsome young face. They were still so young, the future stretched ahead endlessly. Perhaps, far into the future, they would each meet someone else. But at this age, in this moment, they would never stumble upon someone who loved them more than each other.
Yet, the one who loved her so deeply, she was destined to let him down.
She had made a mistake that couldn't be undone, and now she was no longer deserving of Jian Yang's affection.
