"I'll support you."
At this moment, it surpassed any romantic words.
Ye Qingyou grew up in the Ye family, with a privileged background. Even when he worked during university, it was just to earn some pocket money. He never thought that one day, "I'll support you" would become a romantic phrase.
He stared at Yang Yin.
The ice in his eyes seemed to melt bit by bit in front of this sun-like woman.
Five years ago, she called him a poor boy and left him.
Five years later, she could stand in front of him and say those three words: I'll support you.
In fact, she was really just lost back then, took the wrong path.
Ye Qingyou's eyes gradually became wet.
The loneliness of these five years and the resentment of missing her seemed to melt away completely at this moment.
Just for those three words, he was willing to let go of the past grudges.
He stood there without speaking.
Yang Yin, however, looked at him and became a little nervous.
