The reason he had always kept his feelings for Jian Anning separate from love was that he had once experienced the sensation of his heart skipping a beat.
The girl in the Golden Hall who could play the piano, that fleeting glance that took his breath away. The girl whose gentle melody had pulled him from his father's coercion and led him onto the path of music.
Yu Xingxing was someone with a strong sense of cleanliness, and that included cleanliness of the spirit.
He had always believed that platonic love was noble, pure, and worth fluttering one's heart over for a lifetime. And his feelings for Jian Anning? They were nothing but a man's instinctive attraction to a woman, a physiological need, a release akin to eating and sleeping, "food-se-xual" in nature.
