"Lianlian…" Ye Qingzhu caressed Luo Lian's cheek and sighed heavily, "This matter has always been on my mind. Although so much time has passed, the image of you helpless and flustered in the rain still lingers in my head.
I remember after Zhan Ping and I helped you into the café, you were staring at us with such a cold gaze, your eyes could freeze a person to death. If it weren't for our strong tolerance, you might have scared us off.
You always dodged this topic whenever it was brought up in the past. It's rare that you are finally willing to open up. Now I can finally put my mind at ease."
Luo Lian gave a wry smile: "Back then, I was full of denial towards the whole world and dared not trust anyone. I thought that no one in this world could be trusted, except for my mother.
It was you and Zhan Ping who, with patience, attentiveness, and affection, helped me recover. I have always wondered, what would have become of me if it wasn't for you two that day?"
