"I just like you, and there are so many reasons why. I just like you. Do you need to care about worldly opinions?" Song Qingfan's face was slightly red, but he looked at Fujue persistently. "Yes, that's right, I like you, but my identity doesn't allow me to be with you, and neither does my responsibility." Fusu turned his back to Fujue and clenched his fists. "Why is it so difficult to like someone? I just like you, what's wrong with that?" Fu Jue watched them leave in pain, with tears streaming down his face.