Watching Yan Xiaye's retreating figure, Li Beicheng silently stopped Shen Aili who still wanted to chase after her, feeling bursts of hidden pain deep in his heart.
For an instant, he was crazily frozen, and suddenly he felt that in this entangled game of love and hate with Yan Xiaye, maybe he really had lost.
It turned out that from the moment he realized his feelings for Yan Xiaye, it was already destined that he would end up like this today.
"Beicheng, why are you stopping me? Look at that Yan Xiaye, she doesn't take me or you seriously now. In the past, she would never dare…" Shen Aili glared resentfully at the back of Yan Xiaye. The phrase "in the past" rolled off her tongue with ease, yet it precisely touched the still unhealed sore spot in Li Beicheng's heart.
Yes, if it had been five years earlier...
