His eyes were pitch black, full of Su Yan's shadow.
His throat rolled, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say first.
He thought he'd accept it if she wanted to hit or scold him.
After all, he was in the wrong.
Su Yan looked up at him.
Her eyes lost the soft, sparkling crystalliness of the past, now colder and more distant.
This caused Feng Yu's heart to tighten.
Then, he heard Su Yan's indifferent voice
"Are you called Feng Yu?"
Feng Yu remained silent.
This was taken as an implicit acknowledgment.
Su Yan looked at him, seemingly very calm.
But in her mind, countless images interlaced ceaselessly.
She hated rainy days; those memories she did not wish to recall would burrow into her head like ineradicable filth.
So every time it rained, the irritation in her heart would uncontrollably magnify.
At times like this, she needed quiet, she just wanted to be alone.
She suppressed the irritation in her heart, trying to pull her hand away.
