Thinking of this, Feng Ye's expression softened a bit.
He clenched his hand tighter.
"Qingqing."
Yao Qing raised an eyebrow at him and met Feng Ye's intense gaze.
She was stunned... Yao Qing was highly sensitive and an adult after all, and his nearly fully-expressive eyes made her feel uneasy.
The worst taboo in a friendship is when one person changes, and by then, that friendship is at its end.
She hesitated whether to stop him from continuing.
Outside, suddenly there was a loud crash.
It was as if something had collided with a tree, and the severe noise made both Yao Qing and Feng Ye look towards the door.
"Qingqing, listen to me, I—"
Yao Qing missed the depth in his eyes and the hand that reached out to grasp her arm as she turned and walked outside.
"Something seems to have happened outside, whatever you want to say can wait until later."
Feng Ye looked down, his palm still feeling the soft texture of her sleeve.
Forget it.
Life always has its regrets.