"Fragile? After you abandoned me, my heart became tough as steel, impervious to swords and guns," Qi Yi dismissed.
Qi Yi's tone made Yan Yan feel that her concern might indeed have been superfluous.
Four years had passed, and Qi Yi was definitely not the same person he used to be, just as she was no longer the same Yan Yan.
"Honestly, I never expected you to confess to me. Since the second day after starting high school—actually, from the first day—I stared at you every day, not out of love, but simply to survive," Yan Yan said, startling him.
"Survive?" Qi Yi couldn't believe what Yan Yan was implying.
Watch him to survive? Was he bread or milk? Could merely looking at him satisfy her hunger?
But seeing the expression Yan Yan wore as she spoke, he sensed she was not joking.