"What are you doing? Don't you know who I am?"
His eyes were gentle, and there was an inexplicable trace of disappointment on his face.
Tang Feiyi also stared at him, blankly staring for a moment, then she finally reacted and pulled away from his hand.
Walking forward on foot, with her back to him, she said, "How could I not know who you are? You're the Young Master Ye, you went abroad at seven, returned after thirteen years of study, appearing so splendidly that everyone knows you."
Ye Chenxi, "..."
"You've grown up." Tang Fei chuckled bitterly, "You're no longer the... Little Monkey I knew."
With her back to him, she gently closed her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Her heart ached, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at it.
He left at seven; back then, they were innocent playmates, inseparable.
He even said she was his chosen bride.
But, she hates him.
She hates him for leaving without saying goodbye, for not bidding farewell to her, just leaving like that.
