Fan Yue's emotions couldn't settle for a long time; he truly couldn't wrap his head around it.
Wen Linyu remained in a posture where his wrist was being pulled by his cousin, bending over.
He didn't dare to look Fan Yue in the eyes.
Based on Wen Linyu's usual humble and gentle demeanor, Fan Yue thought that at least Wen Linyu would display a calm and composed attitude.
After all, An Li was young. If he didn't see this as significant, it could be resolved with just a few words.
Yet, Wen Linyu's evasive gaze made Fan Yue instantly understand something.
Even the hand holding onto Wen Linyu unconsciously let go.
Wen Linyu retracted his arm and sat back down in the chair.
After a long while, he finally said to Fan Yue, "You are young, and some things are just momentary impulses that you'll soon forget. I've been your age too."
Fan Yue was taken aback.
Was he saying that An Li's affection was just a temporary courage, and maybe she'd naturally let it go after a while?
