"We're a couple?!"
Li Yao's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief plastered across her beautiful face.
"Yes," Chen Yu nodded gravely, "we once soared side by side, comforted each other through thick and thin, matched in talent and beauty, and were inseparable. It was love at first sight, joy for both genders, the old man pushing the cart, journeying together to the Yellow Springs."
Li Yao: "..."
"In short, we ran towards each other," Chen Yu caressed the girl's smooth hand as his eyes narrowed slightly, sinking into memories: "Just like Liang Shanbo and Juliet, Romeo and Zhu Yingtai."
Li Yao: "..."
"Unfortunately, the most beautiful love is always the Titanic," Chen Yu's tears slid down as his voice choked: "Your father, that old Deng, always bullied the young and poor. He thought I was not good enough for you and forcefully separated us."
Li Yao: "My father might have been right."
