Jian Yixue looked at him helplessly.

Yan Yichen’s charming lips curved up, "Don’t look at me like that, it makes my heart race."

"..." Jian Yixue, who had no experience in love, blushed visibly.

The sunlight was just right. Yan Yichen leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, tasting just a touch before stopping.

"See you tonight."

Jian Yixue bit her lip, "See you tonight."

...

The rain was incessant.

On the bed, Jian Yixue tossed and turned, her brows furrowed tightly.

In the dream.

At night.

In the bar, songs lingered, and the lights were mesmerizing.

Yan Yichen had invited many people. Jian Yixue, being a smart girl, vaguely guessed that he was about to confess.

Her heart flustered immediately.

She couldn’t accept it...

She didn’t deserve to accept it...

So, she said to Yan Yichen, "Let’s talk outside."

The two of them went to the bar’s terrace.

The wind was quite strong. Yan Yichen considerately took off his jacket and draped it over her.

Jian Yixue appeared apprehensive, "No need, I’m not cold..."

"I just think the weather is too hot, so just pretend you’re helping me hold my jacket." Yan Yichen smiled, and the way he smiled was like an angel.

Jian Yixue had seen his cold demeanor toward other girls, and it was hard to imagine that the unapproachable him and this courteous, gentlemanly, and incredibly charming man were the same person.

"Xiaoxue, what do you want to say to me?" Yan Yichen leaned on the railing and asked her with a sidelong glance.

His eyes were as pure and distant as the gentle, serene far-off mountains.

The myriad lights in the distance stretched into a river of lights, twinkling here and there.

Jian Yixue’s eyes reddened, and she tried hard to lift her face, as this position made it least likely for the tears to fall.

"Yan Yichen, let’s... not see each other anymore."

Yan Yichen’s smile froze at that instant.

A moment later, he seemed unsure and asked, "Are you... breaking up with me?"

"Breaking up?" Jian Yixue feigned ignorance, "Isn’t breaking up something that happens between lovers? But are we considered lovers? I don’t think so, we’ve never really been together, so how can there be talk of breaking up?"

Yan Yichen’s eyes deepened, becoming silent and distant.

"Do you think we have never been together? Then what do these past days mean in your eyes!"

Jian Yixue heard her own voice becoming more hurtful, "Wasn’t it you who shamelessly stayed at my house? Didn’t I reject you? It’s you who assumed too much, I’m sorry, I don’t want to play this boring game with you anymore. I initially wanted to give us a try, but now I feel there’s no need. Because we’re simply not suitable!"

Words like these are unbearable for any man to hear.

Even someone as mature as Yan Yichen was flustered at this moment. He clutched Jian Yixue’s shoulders, his voice hoarse, "How are we not suitable? In what way? If there’s anything I’m not doing well enough, you can tell me! Xiaoxue, don’t be so heartless."

He had a few inconsequential relationships, a few unremarkable likes.

But he never loved anyone.

He prided himself on being indifferent and shrewd, yet he failed to predict this woman before him.

"You’re very good, really good." Jian Yixue tried to keep her voice devoid of any emotion, "It’s just, I don’t like you, I can’t bring myself to like you, do you understand? May I leave now?"

The hands Yan Yichen had on her shoulders slowly released their grip...