Qin Xicheng saw her at a loss for words and smiled softly.
"Three years ago, you said that we were just friends. I've interacted with you as a friend all these years."
"Xiao Xi, can't we even be friends now?"
Although his face still bore the usual sunny smile, the pain in his eyes was clearly reflected in Yan Xi's gaze.
Yan Xi didn't know how to respond; she moved her lips slightly, but before she could speak, Qin Xicheng continued.
"Has being just friends also become a burden for you?"
Yan Xi hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "No, it hasn't."
Qin Xicheng heard this and smiled faintly, replying, "That's good."
Yan Xi gave an awkward smile.
Seeing her silence, Qin Xicheng smiled indifferently and looked straight ahead as they both reached the airport without her speaking again.
At the airport entrance.
Yan Xi stopped the car.
Qin Xicheng opened the back door, got out, and began to retrieve his luggage.