"You are very good," Yan Huan pried her hand away from him before turning around and carried her bag properly.
"Let's go."
"Why can't it be me?" Song Xihua stood still where he was. He wanted to know the answer and the reason badly. Why? Why? Why couldn't it be him, why not?
"Why must it be you?" Yan Huan stopped. The wind blew lightly and her heart was unusually calm. "Because he waited for me for a long time, since the past life. Is that enough for you…"
Song Xihua slowly retracted his hand that was in mid-air and clenched it. He took large strides forward and his body was still a little stiff. His footsteps got even heavier.
Yan Huan smiled at him again.
Young man, you are still young. One of these days you will find someone suitable for you. But that person would never be Yan Huan. Her heart is damaged, and she carries with her anger and hatred from two generations. Her life will be complicated and dangerous.
