Han Yingying, why are you so far away from me?
Ye Haofan just stared at her, not speaking or moving.
His gaze was as deep as the ocean, carrying emotions that baffled.
"Ye Haofan, what's wrong?" Han Yingying asked in confusion. Ye Haofan was acting so strangely, with a look in his eyes that she could not understand.
But, inside, she inexplicably felt a sense of unease.
"Han Yingying, tell me, why do you feel so distant when you're standing right beside me?" Ye Haofan asked, then couldn't help but laugh at himself. Had Han Yingying ever been close to him?
"Ye Haofan, what's wrong with you?" Han Yingying frowned slightly, not understanding why he would suddenly ask this.
Ye Haofan didn't answer, but instead asked himself, "Han Yingying, tell me, how can I reach your heart?"
He dared not hope for her entire heart and soul, but at least, in a corner of her heart, just a corner, to leave a little space for him.
