Yet she couldn't show even the slightest hint of her true feelings, pretending to sympathize with Xing You, "I think you're great, it's a pity that he chose Lin Gantang in the end. It makes me feel indignant for you; you liked him before Lin Gantang did."
Xing You offered a bitter smile, "Maybe love doesn't care about who came first."
"Are you going to give up?" Feng Yangyang, as if the most sincere friend, started plotting for her, "That's true, after all, he's married now, but... if you can't be lovers, can't you still be friends? I mean you and Lin Gantang."
"I understand, being friends with Lin Gantang means I could have the chance to see Mr. Wen." Xing You's expression was full of dejection, the image of someone longing for something unattainable, "If I can't marry him, then just watching him from a distance, or speaking to him occasionally would be nice."
