Lowering her gaze, she stared quietly at her face, her long eyelashes trembling, like a butterfly that had flown into his heart, tickling his heartstrings.
"Yaya, no matter what decision you make, I support you."
Yun Ya took a step back, distancing herself from him, perfectly missing the fleeting look of loss in Qin Du's eyes.
"Thank you, Brother Ah Du."
Qin Du smiled, wanting to ruffle her hair like when they were young, but Yun Ya deftly dodged his touch.
"I've grown up now."
Qin Du's outstretched hand paused, suspended in mid-air.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he withdrew it and slipped it into his pocket, smiling, "Yes, you have grown up, and I can't ruffle my little sister's hair like I used to."
The girl he cherished harbored another boy in her heart, and there was no more despairing existence than that. But what could he do? Ten years hadn't been enough to make someone fall in love with you, let alone another ten years.
