Zhu Yi

“I, for one, always felt like this sort of words are extremely hypocritical. Even one word feels humiliating.”
Sang Yan’s eyes were dark – darker than the night.
“However, in this life, I’d have to say it once.”
Wen Yifan earnestly stared at him.
“Have you not realized it yet?” Sang Yan bent forwards slightly, closing the gap between them. The man in front of her was no different compared to all those years ago. “After all these years,”
His words hammered down along with the pouring rain.
Smashing against her heart.
“-you’re still the only I like.”
― Zhu Yi, First Frost

“Wen Yifan faced him, half-leaning on the wall. In the quiet atmosphere, she didn’t know why, but she wanted to flirt with him all of a sudden. “Sang Yan, say, did my dad send you over to be good to me?”
Sang Yan raised his eyelashes, admitting very quickly, “No.”
“…”
After two seconds.
He added casually, “I came of my own will.”
― Zhu Yi, First Frost