Yan CI was a gentleman.
Knowing that the other party had no intention of doing so, he naturally wouldn't pester him again and again.
To be honest, he did like Wen Yu a little, but it was only a very faint joy.
Let's put it this way.
There is a kind of love in this world, like a light breeze, very light and very light. It gently caressed your face, and before you had the time to open your arms to embrace it, it had already drifted away.
You thought you had forgotten, but it gently blew your hair again, so you always knew that it was still in your heart. You can't grasp it, but you don't actually desire it. In fact, you don't even have that much nostalgia, so you forget it very, very slowly.
Many years later, when he thought about it, he only felt a little regretful.
Yan CI could still smile and admit it.
I used to like you, but I don't have any obsession with you.
*
The next day.
In the Imperial study.
