The sound of breaking glass came from the nearby table, and the waiter hurried over. Tang Yanqi was stunned by Lu Qilin's words, with no mind to worry about others. She stared blankly at Lu Qilin for a few seconds, then looked down and forced a smile, "Senior, you're joking with me."
"I'm not joking. In my twenty-six years of life, I've only liked one girl, and her name is Tang Yanqi."
Tang Yanqi looked up again, meeting Lu Qilin's steadfast gaze. He was different from Sheng Jianan; there was no arrogance or unruliness in his brows, but rather an elegance and gentleness. Yet at this moment, the determination in Lu Qilin's eyes showed Tang Yanqi the assertive dominance hidden beneath his refined demeanor.
The air around seemed to freeze, unable to circulate. Tang Yanqi remained silent for a long time. She was indifferent towards emotions. She regarded Lu Qilin as a senior, a friend, a confidant, but definitely not a lover.
