"I knew it from the beginning," Fu Jingyu said, looking out the window with his deep, ocean-like black eyes, his tone was calm, "I didn't plan to hold this against you. To me, our past affection surpasses everything. But, Dongzi... if you try to compete with me for Xingxing, I can only say: I'm sorry."
He could disregard the issue with his leg, and his future prospects; he felt that none of it really mattered.
But if anyone tried to take his Ye Fanxing away, he would not tolerate it.
Huo Zhendong looked at Fu Jingyu and saw determination and firmness in his eyes.
This was the first time Huo Zhendong had observed him caring so much about a woman.
The atmosphere thickened as two grown men locked eyes for a long while until Huo Zhendong finally burst into laughter. He patted Jingyu's shoulder just like back when they fought side by side, "I told you, I won't compete with you for her! Also... about that previous incident, I'm very sorry."