Ye Jiajia, sitting across from Qiaoqiao, finally lifted her head.
Her hand slid from Qiaoqiao's and dropped onto her lap, as she let out a heavy sigh.
From Ye Jiajia's delicate features, Qiaoqiao could see her loneliness and sorrow.
"An'an." Ye Jiajia furrowed her brows. "It's said that everyone has a heart that feels, so how come in these five years when Yun Shao was not around, you weren't moved by Yichen and Nantian?"
"…" Qiaoqiao was stunned.
Ye Jiajia continued, "Because your heart only has Yun Shao, nobody else could enter, no matter how persistent they are."
"…"
"Just like you, Yichen has you in his heart. No matter how persistent I am, his heart always has you."
"Jiajia…" Qiaoqiao felt extremely guilty.
Ye Jiajia gave a bitter smile, "I never blamed you, really."
"Jiajia!"
"Don't blame yourself, it's just that Yichen and I didn't have enough fate."
At this moment, the waiter brought their drinks and desserts.
