Jian Yixue looked at him helplessly.
Yan Yichen's charming lips curved up, "Don't look at me like that, it makes my heart race."
"..." Jian Yixue, who had no experience in love, blushed visibly.
The sunlight was just right. Yan Yichen leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, tasting just a touch before stopping.
"See you tonight."
Jian Yixue bit her lip, "See you tonight."
...
The rain was incessant.
On the bed, Jian Yixue tossed and turned, her brows furrowed tightly.
In the dream.
At night.
In the bar, songs lingered, and the lights were mesmerizing.
Yan Yichen had invited many people. Jian Yixue, being a smart girl, vaguely guessed that he was about to confess.
Her heart flustered immediately.
She couldn't accept it...
She didn't deserve to accept it...
So, she said to Yan Yichen, "Let's talk outside."
The two of them went to the bar's terrace.
The wind was quite strong. Yan Yichen considerately took off his jacket and draped it over her.
