"Right?" Tianxin looked at Chen Yiran with full agreement, nodding, "If he'd faced any other opponent back then, Qingqing's dad probably wouldn't have lost."
"In matters of love, there's no talk of winning, losing, right or wrong. Once you meet that person you love, anyone else you meet after that only turns into apologies." Chen Yiran patted Tianxin's head, then turned around, started the car, and drove towards home.
"That seems to make sense..." Tianxin quietly repeated what Chen Yiran had just said and nodded.
However, as they kept driving, it seemed like the route was a bit off.
Tianxin looked out the window at the scenery and couldn't help but turn around and ask Chen Yiran, "Brother Ran, weren't you taking me home?"
"Aren't your parents at work?" Chen Yiran casually inquired, his eyes focused on the road conditions in front of him.
