The two of them stood in silence for a good while, neither uttering a word.
Far behind the bushes, a tall and straight figure stood, concealed in the darkness, too far to overhear their conversation. Yet, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his icy eyes shimmered brightly, filled with the reflection of Yu Jingrong.
Everything three years ago was caused by his negligence and over-confidence. Now, three years later, he would not allow any more unexpected incidents to occur!
Seeing Mu Ye remain silent, Yu Jingrong thought for a moment and was about to say something when Mu Ye suddenly spoke, his lips parting to ask, "Rongrong, is there really no chance? Why is it always him? Why can't you fall in love with me when we have known each other longer, when we are so close?"
His voice was quiet, like a whisper amidst the faint dust. If one did not listen attentively, they would not catch what he had just said.
