The indigo light spilled over her shoulder, Ji Yemo raised his hand to wipe away the wine stain from the corner of her mouth, his voice rough like sandpaper.
"Xixia, really don't want it anymore?"
Drunk Ruan Xixia didn't know how difficult that question was for Ji Yemo.
She said indifferently, "Yes, don't want it anymore!"
Ji Yemo's gaze deepened instantly.
After a while, he moved his mouth, striving to squeeze out a smile, "Alright, whatever you say."
Everything is well-deserved for him.
Ten years, he has to pay the price.
"Let me take you back." He held Ruan Xixia's wrist, and she hung onto him like a koala, tugging on his shirt and questioning, "Tell me, did you ever have a crush on me in high school?"
In high school...
Ji Yemo's memories flowed back to eleven years ago.
That year, he and Ruan Xixia were freshmen, she appeared in his life like a brilliant summer flower.
