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Xia Siyu pulled her jacket heavily against the back of the chair, muttering with a pout, "You're not old, how come you're becoming forgetful?"
Yun Lih's smile deepened at the corners of his lips, and a thin laugh escaped as his Adam's apple moved.
He gently held Xia Siyu's hand, his thumb rubbing her fingertips, "Agreeing so early, aren't you afraid you'll regret it?"
Xia Siyu intertwined her fingers tightly with Yun Lih's, turning her head to look out the window and murmured, "Regret is better than missing out."
She no longer remembered how many years she had liked him, but she clearly remembered how many times he had rejected her.
Expectation, anxiety, panic, loss, strength... and finally, letting go.
The bitterest taste in love, all brought by Yun Lih.
Perhaps... he still doesn't love her, just likes her.
But even this little bit of liking was something she traded her life for.
