Qingxue returned to her room and looked out the window; Beitang stood there for quite a while.
She turned off the light, and after a while, he drove away.
Qingxue looked down at the flower stem in her palm; even though the flower was gone, she still thought it was the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. Was she going crazy?
She placed the flower stem inside her diary, smelled its fragrance, and smiled softly.
She didn't know if Beitang liked her.
But she really wanted to know; she truly liked Beitang...
An important person, there will only be one in each period of time.
Maybe for her at fifteen, Gong Beiyao was the most important person.
But for her at eighteen, Gong Beitang was the most important person. The most, most, most important person.
She couldn't say who she liked or disliked more; whether she liked that person more before or likes him more now.
