Not my type

"She won't forgive me, "Han Nanxian answered. There was a sad look in her eyes that he was hiding but failing miserably. The twenty-seven years old Han Nanxian was afraid of meeting twenty-five years old Song Xueyun. She wouldn't understand why he left and why he never returned because she had everything worth staying there when he had nothing. 

"Being old is so boring. I wish I could go back in time, "An Xiulan sighed. 

She added, "I miss being silly and young. If I was younger An Xiulan, I would have blamed my mistake on my naivety and youth. But I have been living the life of Ivy for seven years. Like An Xiulan, Ivy doesn't have the luxury to be naive and silly. I miss my old self. I just want to be An Xiulan again." 

Li Sicheng stared at her and gave her a smile.