The two of them were fundamentally too proud.
One, young and impassioned, intolerant of misunderstanding, with a sensitive mind.
The other, heartbroken over a lost love, irrational, speaking recklessly without filter.
Neither willing to let go of their innate pride, neither willing to bow their head and speak first.
And so, they remained in a state of estrangement, drifting further and further apart...
Looking back, those days were truly—
Childish.
Ming Ge's lips curled with a faint, bitter smile.
Jiang Xing'er sobbed as though she were trying to purge every ounce of negative emotion accumulated in these past three years.
