Ye Qingran could clearly sense that Chu Yan was different from his usual self. He had said so much to her just now. He looked the same on the surface, but she could still sense that Chu Yan's heart was in a mess.
It was a mess. He was worried, and also afraid.
Ye Qingran leaned against his chest and looked at him with her watery eyes. "What are you afraid of?"
Chu Yan kept his eyes closed, but his hands on Ye Qingran's body froze.
After a long time, he said softly, "I'm afraid that you'll turn back into that Ye Qingran." He was afraid that she would disappear and never be found again.
Ye Qingran leaned over and kissed his cold lips. She promised, "I never thought of leaving you."
Chu Yan:"..."
She did not want to leave, but that did not mean that she would not leave.
All these years, he felt as if he was trapped in a fog-like dream. The people and things around him were filled with a strange sense of incongruity.
