An Yibei looked back and for the first time measured the teenager seriously with his eyes.
Despite the indifferent look in his eyes, there was a persistence in them.
An unquestionable persistence.
He chuckled. "I hope not. It better not be. You're still so young and should focus on your studies. All this fondness is pointless."
Sheng Yize chuckled.
"Plus, you might like her now. How about in a month's time? Or in a year? Three years? Don't make promises so easily. They'll become words you'll regret one day."
"Who can say for sure about things in the future?" retorted Sheng Yize calmly.
"In that case — let's wait and see."
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The next day.
Sleep bypassed An Xiaxia and she lay awake in bed until the following morning.
Lying on her stomach, she stared at the cloudless sky outside.
The bright light was dazzling and her eyes turned bleary. Somehow, Sheng Yize's face emerged out of thin air.
