“I love you, don’t run away from me!” The passionate words, filled with pain and longing, accompanied by a wild look in his eyes, seemed to bring the poster of Ya Ya to life. Ye Feng’s heart tightened, and the memories she had sealed away were awakened by this face.
She’s his sister, how could he possibly love her? Forget it, Wu Feng has been missing for so long, thinking about him is meaningless!
Ye Feng, now 24, works as a kindergarten teacher. She’s not very tall, only 1.60 meters. With her adorable face and neat, spirited short hair, she loves to laugh, always leaving a bright and cheerful impression on people, which is why her young friends adore her.
To this day, Feng’s emotional world remains empty. It’s not that there are no men interested in her; she just never gives anyone a chance.
Ya Ya returned to his own home. He pressed the record button on his phone.
“Ya Ya, Ling Mu Chun. I’ll pick you up for the 9:00 AM flight tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight, and don’t drink!”
Ya Ya listened while taking a bottle of white wine from the liquor cabinet. If he didn’t drink, he’d start overthinking.
Ye Feng, after all these years, how have you been? You must have found someone who loves you, and you must be very happy. I can’t go and bother you anymore.
“Ya Ya, little Shan. I just got back from the US. When you have time, let’s meet up? I still love you like before.”
What does mutual exploitation in love mean? Hugging, kissing, making love, both physically and mentally exhausted. But without it, the one you truly love doesn’t want you. Feng, Feng!
Ya Ya seemed to see her figure before him, with her long hair flowing, her smile charming.
“Feng?” He reached out, “You’re here?”
She smiled warmly, taking his hand. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long.”
He embraced her, holding her soft body tightly. “As long as you love me, that’s enough.”
Ya Ya, drunk, lay collapsed on the floor, murmuring “Feng” softly.
