Shen Changqing firmly declared: "You really cried."
As soon as these words came out, Sheng Qingyan immediately got agitated: "Nonsense! How could I possibly! Aqing, don't take advantage of our familiarity to slander me..."
Shen Changqing pursed his lips, his clear eyes quietly gazing at Sheng Qingyan.
Sheng Qingyan stiffened his neck, adamantly denying: "Listen here, Aqing, if you keep this up, I'm not playing with you anymore."
A few seconds of silence.
Shen Changqing suddenly said: "Ayan."
After calling Sheng Qingyan's name, he fell silent again.
It was very quiet all around.
Sheng Qingyan, who had been swearing, also suddenly stopped speaking. His eyebrows were still lightly furrowed, and his exceptionally handsome—and even more lovely—face was filled with discontent.
The two of them were staring at each other, one on the left and one on the right.
After a while.
Shen Changqing spoke softly: "It must be hard, missing someone who's already gone, isn't it?"
