Ye Shaoguang could not even laugh at himself. Ji Mianmian's innocent eyes reflected his silhouette, yet he could not find any sign of his existence.
The most tragic thing to happen on earth was probably this, where you wanted her to know that you liked her, but she never cast so much of a second glance toward you.
Everything you had done was useless, like the staging of a solo play.
He had slaved and given his all in performing in his debut role. She saw everything, she could see everything the world had to offer— except him.
"Ji Mianmian, have you ever loved somebody?" Ye Shaoguang asked.
"Love?"
"Yes. Loving someone."
Ji Mianmian gave the question some serious thought. "I guess I do. Plenty too. I loved my kindergarten principal, I loved my tablemate in primary school, I loved my practice partner in junior high, I only loved the canteen aunties in senior high… Now, I only love my goddess. Of course, I love my parents as well."
