When I was sixteen years old, I got to know a young man deeply. Just by looking at his back, I could recognize him at a glance.
"Li Yicen, let me ask you a question. If I liked you, would you agree?"
"I'm sorry, I have a master"
"It's okay," Cheng Yanxu comforted himself somewhat at a loss, "Then can we still be friends?"
"Of course I can"
After that day, we no longer had the same fights as before. Those words that I wanted to say but couldn't stop, I said them carefully. In the end, they were no longer qualified to be friends.
"Li Yicen, you are lying. If you knew you hated me so much, I would not have crossed the line."
Intent: More than friends, not enough lovers