"He really loves me! I believe…" He Yue said slowly, "He told me himself."
"Really? He Yue, are you sure that's not just the thrill of youth?"
He Yue understood what Jiang Wanwan meant: she was saying that boys at this age naturally want to fall in love, that it's just hormones at work, and the person they like doesn't have to be her.
"I'm sure." Even if she wasn't sure, He Yue couldn't just admit it like that.
.........
The night wind was cool.
The streetlights were dazzling, the traffic flowing endlessly.
Ning Chenguang rode his bike into the autumn wind with He Yue on the back, pedaling forward. All the way, He Yue was in a bad mood, worrying that her little big brother might get snatched away halfway.
Jiang Wanwan was different from Zhan Xiche.
She had a face that looked pure and harmless, always giving off a quiet, fragile impression.
