There was a raw sincerity in his eyes, as if he were ready to bare his heart. Fengyu had once seen Jiang Yang confess his feelings, reciting a few pretentious verses that had left a deep impression on her. That shallow affection felt like dust—insignificant yet staining her with filth. Though naive and slow when it came to emotions, Fengyu could still discern that the youth before her was different from Jiang Yang.
"Yu Yan set fire to your shop, and my brother has already disciplined her. Recently, she's been detained to learn manners and morals. I believe she has realized her mistakes. She has even promised not to confront you anymore. What she did was wrong; her intentions were malicious, and I won't defend her. But I am me, and she is her. I refuse to give up on the person I like because of her actions."
Sincere confessions often move the heart, yet Fengyu shook her head firmly, her mind clear. "Lin Xiao, it's impossible."
