The sun set in the west, the moon already hung against the dark night sky, and the people on the street gradually decreased. Qin Youxue looked at her hand held by Jian Yang, she pursed her lips, unable to say the words she had prepared for a long time in her heart.
Just say it in a moment.
With every step they took, that's what she kept thinking.
Yet half an hour passed, and she still hadn't spoken.
As they were about to reach Mo Hexuan's villa, Jian Yang suddenly spoke, "Youxue."
"Mm?"
"Today... was there something you wanted to tell me?"
Qin Youxue's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
She raised her head to look at Jian Yang's face, his handsome features carrying an indescribable expression that shattered her heart.
Did he know?
Mo Hexuan had mentioned that Jian Yang had already guessed about the relationship between her and him.
She opened her mouth, "I..."
Only to be suddenly embraced by Jian Yang: "Don't say it!"
His voice choked up, his tall body trembling slightly.
