He found himself truly laughable. Even though he was drunk, he knew clearly that every time, the person with him was always her!
Yet, even knowing this, he deceived himself, unwilling to admit it.
It's as if, as long as he didn't admit it, none of it ever happened.
There was a period when he even went to see a psychologist.
Because he felt he was ill, seriously ill, knowing full well she was someone he shouldn't touch, yet he was deeply infatuated with this woman...
He felt like a criminal, doing the most undeserving thing, wishing he could lock himself up in prison...
At this moment, looking at her before him, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.
His lips were soft, and Fan Yao stiffened a little, remembering that when they were young, he would kiss her like this too.
Fog enveloped Fan Yao's eyes as she looked at Ray and asked, "Do you love me?"
He said, "I've always loved you."
