"Really not jealous?" Huo Jingtang, not minding the red marks on the back of his hand, sat down beside her, "If you're not jealous, does that mean you've forgiven me?"
"Keep dreaming," Qin Yucen turned her face away, incapable of getting angry with this man, yet her chest was still uncomfortably tight.
"Those unimportant people and things can't affect us at all," Huo Jingtang wrapped his arms around her, pressing her head to his chest, "As long as we don't mention that past, I feel like my world has never changed. I can pretend that person never appeared in my life, and there's only you in my existence, painting a beauty that belongs only to us, you're my angel."
Huo Jingtang held her slightly, his words filled with boundless emotion.