Three years had passed.
Finally, Su Ran had heard the words she'd been waiting for.
As she had expected.
Lu Qingyan did not forgive her, he did not want to see her.
That once bright and youthful boy had now turned indifferent and dismissive towards her.
She stood straight, facing Lu Qingyan, her smile poised and unruffled, "You've misunderstood. I'm not here to ask you to honor that promise. Can I ask for something else instead?"
It was only then that Lu Qingyan's gaze settled upon her face.
Slowly, she curved her lips into a smile, "For the sake of our three years as classmates, and in gratitude for saving my life, I don't want you to repay me. Just don't hate me. Let's be friends."
Cheng An couldn't bear to see Su Ran forcing a smile like this.
He knew very well how much Su Ran had loved Lu Qingyan in the past.
The feeling of unrequited love; he understood it all too well.