"But it's too late for regrets now. I just hope... he can be happy."
Chen Ying's words were within everyone's expectations. They all knew exactly who the boy with eyes only for her was. However, hearing her say this, they didn't feel sorry for her; they felt even more sympathy for Xue Yang.
Six years. That was a significant portion of their youth.
The next to spin the bottle was Chen Ying herself. She took a deep breath. At that moment, she hoped the bottle wouldn't point to Xue Yang, feeling as if she already knew that no matter what question she asked, his answer wouldn't be what she wanted to hear.
Eventually, the bottle stopped in front of a first-year girl. Chen Ying breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness it wasn't him. After casually asking a question, her turn was over.
Next up was Zhou Wenqian.
"I wonder which lucky person I'll get?"
She forcefully spun the bottle in a specific direction. It spun rapidly before its mouth finally pointed at Xue Yang.
