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You are the one who is annoying me too much.
Yves King knew very well that this girl was intentionally baiting him. His face darkened slightly, thinking, my goodness, how come these young girls these days are all so cunning? And their skin, though looks tender-white at the surface, was actually shamelessly thick, comparable to his own, a nearly thirty-year-old, old rogue. Moreover, their speed in changing expressions was horrifyingly fast, equal to the face-changing techniques used in Sichuan Opera.
Back when he was in high school, all of his friends were so innocent, especially himself. He was so innocent almost to the point of foolishness. Alas, looking back now, he was full of regrets. If only he had been a little more rogue and unrestrained back then, if only he had confirmed their relationship earlier, perhaps the current situation would have been completely different.
Unfortunately, where in life is there an antidote against regret?
