"I... Yangyang, let's start over, okay? I love you, really." Jin Biao was looking forward to Peng Yang's answer.
"Love? Didn't you say that no one you fall in love with in this life will fall in love with me?" Peng Yang's voice was soft, but Jin Biao's heart ached.
"No, Yangyang, that was me as a bastard, but now I understand, I love you, let me make it up to you - let me make up for the love I didn't give you in those three years." Jin Biao stretched out his hand to hold Peng Yang.
"Compensation? Can you give me those eight years back?"