“Jiang Yan, life is so long. Could you… like me too, because I love you so much?”
Jiang Yu approached the man and spoke carefully. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling as her fingers clutched the hem of his white shirt. Too timid and humble, she didn’t dare look at him. Apart from begging Jinnian when she was little, this was the second time she had ever begged a man.
Jiang Yan remained silent. His long, slender fingers pried her hand off his sleeve.
