Yang Chen hesitated for a moment, looked up at Wu Qiaoyun, and said in a serious tone, "I'm sorry, I never intended to deceive you, but there are some things that I simply can't tell you."
"What about now? Can you tell me now?" Wu Qiaoyun softened her tone upon seeing Yang Chen's sincere eyes.
Yang Chen sighed, motioned for Wu Qiaoyun to sit down, and sat down himself, saying slowly, "There are some things I still can't tell you, but there are others that I can."
"Then tell me what I can know!" Wu Qiaoyun didn't want to remain in the dark any longer.
She felt very uneasy. Initially, when Yang Chen was just a vagrant, she was quite taken by his handsome face and perfect physique and felt very confident.
However, the more she interacted with Yang Chen, the more she realized he was no ordinary person; the more they connected, the more mysterious he seemed, almost exalted. As time went on, she found him to be an existence she could only look up to, something unattainable.
