Facing Liang Yu's provocations and attempts to sow discord, Pei Zhiyao consistently didn't want to pay them any heed.
Even if he had no chance with Wen Mian, he would absolutely never be together with Liang Yu.
No sooner had he finished speaking, Liang Yu became as if she were insulted, burning with rage.
Even her voice started trembling when she spoke.
"Pei Zhiyao, what exactly about me dissatisfies you to treat me this way! Pei Zhiyao, what do you really mean by this!"
Pei Zhiyao lit a cigarette, the tip flaring up with sparks, enveloped by wisps of smoke.
Without a while, he cleared his throat and answered her question:
"We are not suitable for each other, neither in the past nor now."
...
At that time, at the graveyard.
Wen Mian came to Gu Zixuan's grave, holding the fresh flowers he loved most, taking steps towards that place.
A familiar feeling surged towards her, and the softest part at the bottom of her heart was touched by Gu Zixuan.