Zhao Yang closed his eyes. The image of Jia Biyu and Lai Jiayi overlapped in his mind.
Jia Biyu was his sun, his everything, but Lai Jiayi wasn't. Even though it's like that, this girl was still the centre of everything and was the real definition of the sun.
Zhao Yang peeked at Lai Jiayi's gloomy face as the girl felt disappointed she didn't get to hear the real meaning of this word.
'Right. One can be burnt if they are too close to the sun. Just like how her relationship with men. It's like that.'
Zhao Yang didn't say any of this out loud, but he forgot one thing. Even though he had cut his telepathy with Tianjin, that swan always had a way to connect it back.
At this moment, Tianjin was listening to all the things Zhao Yang said in his mind. Once the man finished, Tianjin shook his head.
'The sun? This girl is more of hell. A trouble maker, bad luck star, and so on! How can my master say that this girl is like the sun?'
