"Then you..." Jian Yang's voice trailed off, his expression somewhat confused, "Do you like my brother?"
The fingers on her waist tightened suddenly, Qin Youxue stiffly looked at Jian Yang, she felt like something was choking her throat, the person she wanted to protect most was ultimately hurt by her own hands.
"Yes." She heard herself say softly, "I like him."
This way...
It should be enough, right.
Her heart ached so much she could hardly suppress it, shaking off Mo Hexuan's hand, she turned and got into the car. Jian Yang's lonely figure was just ahead, her tears flowed uncontrollably, she could hardly see his face.
Under the cold moonlight, Jian Yang's shadow stretched very long, his face hidden in the darkness, yet Qin Youxue could still see the tears continuously falling from his face.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
I know, no matter how many times I say sorry, it won't make up for it, but aside from sorry, I no longer know what to say...
