Zhou Siheng noticed her resistance but instead of let go, he held her even tighter.
There was something Zhou Siheng had never mentioned to anyone.
It was September at Beijing University when the maple leaves began to yellow.
He saw Qiao Yesi at the school gate, gently rejecting a boy who was confessing his love to her.
The girl's delicate face bore a hint of sorrow as she said, "I'm sorry, I already have someone I like."
The young man, unwilling to give up, pressed on, "Then why haven't you dated anyone? Qiao Yesi, I really do like you."
"The person I like, we can't be together."
Her voice disappeared into the cold air, ethereal and insubstantial.
Zhou Siheng had always known how calm he was, but he had never thought Qiao Yesi could be even more composed than him.
If they couldn't love, then they simply wouldn't love.
She had unilaterally sentenced him to death.
