Yang Jinyan thought that once Cen Shuang grew up, everything would go according to plan. However, he had forgotten that there was another saying, 'Life is unpredictable'. No one knew what would happen next.
Cen Shuang bit her lip. Her face was glowing under the warm light. The light caused her facial features to glisten brightly. Her hands that were by her sides now gripped her skirt forcefully.
Yang Jinyan went forward and grabbed onto her wrist, blocking her path. His gaze fell on Cen Shuang's face, his gaze was burning with determination. "The Cen Shuang that I know clearly understands love and hate. She would never deliberately hide the relationship we had. In the past until now, have you ever felt that you couldn't tell me something? Even if we are just friends, you don't have to hide from me. You will only make me misunderstand. You treat me..."
