After a long time, Tang Yi finally found his voice and slowly asked.
Listening to Tang Yi's words, a dark light flashed in Ji Yang's eyes. He gently pressed his lips together and said lightly, "Because... at that time, I hadn't figured out what I wanted... or what I could give her."
Ji Yang curved his lips, looked at Tang Yi, and said softly, "When I was your age, I was still madly in love with a girl. To be precise, I had liked her since student days, for more than ten years... Xiaochong's appearance was also to reassure that girl, so she wouldn't continue worrying about me."
Tang Yi: "..."
Ji Yang really appreciated Tang Yi...
Perhaps because he found Tang Yi very much like himself when he was young.
Gentle and elegant... humble and courteous, with a girl he admired in his heart.
Tang Yi also didn't expect Ji Yang to speak so intimately with him...
