How could she even understand the concept of love at that point of time?
She merely had a crush on him that lasted even more than a decade.
"Hmm? Is this me?"
The low voice stunned Yu Yan so much that she nearly dropped her phone. She looked to the back and saw that Long Ying had already put his book away and now stood behind her. His silver eyes were looking at her phone while the corner of his lips tugged up in amusement.
"This is…"
Before Yu Yan could explain, Long Ying had taken her phone and began to swipe the picture to the side. He was stunned when he saw another picture of him, this time it was when he was sleeping comfortably on the table.
Swiping again, he saw himself once more. This time he was drinking something and leaned on the wall, seemingly bored. His eyes were focused on the front and there was nothing that was captured and Long Ying himself couldn't remember what he was looking at this time.
