It was only because as students in the school, we were far from having the chance to touch upon such matters, and how could those in the prime of youth understand the sorrow of youth slipping away?
These poems that were learned will only ambush you suddenly at a certain moment, and only then can one truly comprehend their meaning.
Um... so bitter.
Yao Mingyue looked at the specks of dust that had settled on the desk and picked up a cloth to gently wipe them away.
He always said he wasn't gentle enough, that she had never cooked a meal for him or done the housework... Yao Mingyue inwardly disagreed.
When she had money in the future, there would be no need to worry about this sort of thing. If it came to it, she could just hire a maid. With money, why still bother with these trivial matters?
