“Will you let her bear this debt for the rest of her life? Can you still talk about happiness?” Chun played her last card. Only this reason might wake this man up.
He paused for two seconds, then threw a shirt into the suitcase. “I won’t hinder her happiness, I just want to stay by her side.”
Someone knocked on the door, and Chun opened it, panting, “Qianlin.”
“I want to talk to Yaer alone.”
“You try to persuade him again.” Despite having no hope, Chun still wouldn’t give up.
Zhongzhao leaned against the wall. The band members knew how to strike the coolest pose under any circumstances.
“Are you really going to quit? Can’t you change your mind?” Zhongzhao asked with a hint of humor.
“Things gather and disperse; you should understand that.”
“I didn’t expect it to be so soon.” He lifted his delicate chin, tears in his eyes. He was already beautiful like a woman, now even more so, heart-stirringly.
When they were together, how could Yaer not understand Qianlin’s feelings? He didn’t find the other annoying; he was also indulging in a forbidden love without regret or remorse.
“Have you found the most important person to you?” Zhong Zogan asked with concern, “Would you give up everything for her?”
“Everything, including my people, my life.”
“Are you happy now?”
Ya Ye smiled, a rare tenderness floating on his handsome face. “Being by her side is all the happiness I need.”
Qian Lun stepped forward, he hooked Ya Ye’s chin, and planted a deep kiss on those sensual lips.
“Happy blessings to you, my beloved.”
Ye Feng saw through the window that Lin Mu was standing outside. She exchanged a few words with another teacher, then hurried out.
“Am I interrupting you?” Lin Mu asked, a bit worried.
“The little friend is napping.” They sat down by the flowerbed. “Do you need something from me?” Feng was puzzled; shouldn’t the wind god be preparing to return?
“Ya Ye, he’s staying.”
“How could that be?” He had said he would go back to Japan.
