After finishing the hotpot, the two of them cuddled in front of the room's floor-to-ceiling window to admire the scenery.
Looking back, I used to huddle alone in that tiny rental room of about thirty square meters, fantasizing about the day Chen Ying would accept my confession so we could lead a happy life together. How naive I was. In such a tiny rental room, probably only Lin Xi would have entered without surprise or any show of disdain. She even obediently slept on the crowded sofa for a few days. If it had been anyone else…
Xue Yang chuckled to himself.
It seems many things are predestined. I've felt fortunate more than once to have met Lin Xi. If it weren't for her, my life might have been just like most other college students: classes, meals, sleep, student council, or video games. As graduation approached, I would have realized there were so many things I hadn't had time to do or learn, leaving me filled with confusion as I prepared to become a member of society…
