One day, it was raining heavily. There was an endless stream of people and cars in front of the traffic lights. Feng Sinan stood in the rain with his big palm on the passenger seat window. He looked at her and told her -- Su Xiaoying, I like you.
Su xiaoying heard the “Pitter-patter”sound of rain outside. The cold autumn rain made people feel cold and sad.
Su xiaoying raised her eyes and looked at Feng Sinan. “It wasn’t you, was it?”
Feng Sinan’s deep and narrow eyes, which had been baptized by the rain, quickly darkened. He knew that she knew his secret.
Actually, he knew that he couldn’t hide it.
Feng Sinan gazed deeply at SU Xiaoying’s soft and beautiful little face, then slowly curved his thin lips, “Su Xiaoying, whether it’s me or not, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that the man you’ve loved for so many years has always been me. Even though it’s wrong to love, Love Is Love.”
