A tear dropped from his eyes and Feng Ye said, " How? "
Yu Lian gently smiled at him and said, " It was obvious to me. After all, I was your friend for years. I always felt there was something different about how you talked to her. Or about how looked at her. Or how to took care of her. I always thought there was a romanticism on your part. And the way you are behaving right now shows that you still have not got over it. "
Feng Ye closed his eyes, as another drop fell from his eyes, "How could I get over it? How could she not... know? ... And how could she get... Married? Just like that?"
Yu Lian felt really bad for Feng Ye. She sat near him, and gently storked his arms and shoulders. " It's okay. Feng Ye. And if I really say what is in my mind, it may sound a little hurtful to you. But the trust is, I always knew that there was no future for the two of you. "
