Hearing Shangguan Luo’s question, Ye Linlang’s originally calm expression suddenly could not be maintained.
She... did she still like Jiang Qiran?
The Evening Sun was not blazing, but ye Linlang’s eye sockets were inexplicably hurt by the light.
Did you fall in love with a youth at the most beautiful age?
As soon as he thought of his name, his heart felt as if it had been ripped open by someone, and it was dripping with blood.
..
The Sun gradually set in the west, and Ye Linlang lowered her head bitterly, her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering.
“Ah Luo, I can’t forget him, but... he’s going to get engaged to someone else.”
Some people seemed to have lived their entire lives at a glance.
Jiang Qiran might have already walked out of that fruitless young love affair, but ye Linlang had been circling around the city of love all along, becoming a trapped beast.
..
Shangguan Luo Saw Ye Linlang’s sorrowful expression, and he suddenly felt a sense of sorrow.
