Where's the Face of a High Dimension Lord?

"We have no future," Meng Yangqing whispered.

Wang Ye smiled. "So, we should seize the present moment, shouldn't we?"

It seemed there was an opportunity.

Meng Yangqing hesitated, then pursed her lips. "Are you always this direct?"

Wang Ye's expression turned serious. "Regardless of what the future holds, at least for this moment, we can be free and honest with ourselves, facing our innermost thoughts. That's enough."

Meng Yangqing thought for a moment before nodding. "You're right."

"Of course, because what I said is what you're feeling." Wang Ye thought.

They had spent so much time together, and Wang Ye had learned a lot about what Meng Yangqing was thinking from Tiny Meatball.

He knew her like the back of his hand.