Pei Yan still remembered how in the past, she would blush and push away his touch, furrowing her brows and resisting even when he tried to put a coat on her.
Such a reserved girl, yet outside the library, she silently accepted another boy's attempts at intimacy.
At that moment, he thought of the scum lying in the hospital.
He wanted Lu Chen to become the second Liang Zixiao.
Yet he couldn't even take a step forward.
He feared that after this, Jiang Shuyao wouldn't even spare him the modicum of sympathy she had left.
He would become complete trash in her eyes.
In the quiet street, the sudden roar of a sports car pierced the dark night.
Among the mottled lights and shadows, Pei Yan's cold eyes stared ahead, his foot madly slamming on the gas as the car's rear swung toward the end of the street.
Unrequited love, in the end, only leads to tragedy.
He waited for his girl.
Until the day he completely gave up hope.