Li Qingran knew she didn't like Wen Shiyi, but she never thought of hurting him.
She was naturally indifferent, if it weren't for the uncontrollable urge to act, she wouldn't even bother looking.
Just taking the matter of being in love with Xie Ying'an, when she was a sixteen-or-seventeen-year-old girl with budding emotions, she pondered deeply in her midnight dreams, concluding: this infatuation was one-sided, and she wasn't fixated on having a particular outcome for the two of them.
Whom she liked was her freedom, similarly, whom Xie Ying'an liked was his freedom.
In many ways, Wen Shiyi was better than her; it was natural for the strong to like the strong, and there was nothing wrong with that.
Yet, an incessant voice at the bottom of her heart kept telling her, why not go for it if you like him? How would you know it would definitely be a failure without ever trying?
