"Chen, have you ever truly loved someone before?" Yun Ruoxi gently asked as she put her hand over his chest. This heart of his, had it ever had a place for someone?
"I love you," Ye Chen faintly said as his eyes swept over the pale hand on his chest.
Love, what was that?
For him, it was an extravagance.
As the people whom he loved would eventually leave him, Ye Chen had learned since young not to love anyone.
Since separation was inevitable, why did one have to love another?
If one did not love, one would not feel sadness when separating. There would be no sorrow, no tears, no self-isolation, something fools would do, and neither would one lose the courage to live.
He had had enough pain from losing his loved ones.
