Yang Yi walked out of the art building, the sun was blazing outside, and many lads just like that little boy earlier were walking into the building, carrying stuff to cool down.
In the past, he was one of them, enjoying the herbal tea his mom made, filled in a large mug. He never complained that others' drinks were more delicate than his own.
He knew that after Meng Xiao found out everything, she would break up the connection with him, but he still deceived Meng Xiao stubbornly as if he was bewitched.
All his actions were aimed to prove he was not wrong.
At first, he indeed believed that Meng Xiao was a greedy person, but what about later?
Over the years of being together, he had known that Meng Xiao was not that kind of person.
His ridiculous pride didn't allow him to admit he wronged her. He owed her too much over these years, making him dare not to overthrow his pre-determined conclusion.
The longer it was, the more he owed.