She was once the sun beside him, but ten years later he became her nightmare.
"Do you still like him?" Tan Qing asked Chen Yun.
Chen Yun didn't know how to answer, so he just said, "I was only eighteen years old at that time, an age where I could act shamelessly just to eat one more ice cream."
Tan Qing didn't ask any more questions. Only Chen Yun knew whether he liked her or not.
No, maybe she doesn't even know it.
Intention: One person's past has just become the past for many people.