"How have you been... In these years?" Su Xiaotong asked, clasping her hands after mustering up a lot of courage.
"Are you concerned about me, Su Xiaotong?" Yuan Ziqian turned around and looked straight at her. Every word seemed to pop out from between his teeth, and he felt like he was gritting his teeth.
"You..." Su Xiaotong took a breath. He was no longer the boy she was familiar with. "Why help me?" She didn't have the courage to say the next words loudly, so she just muttered in a low voice.
"Why?" Yuan Ziqian bent down and slowly approached Su Xiaotong. She was subconsciously afraid of the messages around him and stepped back defensively until her back was against the wall. She raised her head and saw Yuan Ziqian smiling coldly, "Do you think I have unresolved feelings for you or are deeply in love with you?"
"That's not what I meant." She was obviously older than him, but she was overwhelmed by his aura every time. It was the same in the past and it is the same now, Su Xiaotong retorted in a low voice.
Yuan Ziqian held Su Xiaotong's chin with one hand and said coldly, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in a thirty-year-old woman." After saying that, he let go of Su Xiaotong and walked straight out.
Thirty years old, old woman. If it were before, Su Xiaotong would have shouted loudly and tried hard to argue that she was only 29 years old and not 30 years old yet. However, is this necessary? He forgot about himself and didn't care about himself. Wouldn't it be better? The heartache now is just because of the guilt at that time. Even though he was thinking this, tears still slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes.