Qingxue nodded, "Sister, I want to ask you, what does it feel like to like someone?"
"Don't you know yourself?" Sheng Qianxia said.
"I used to think I knew, but lately, I feel like I don't know at all," Qingxue said.
"To like someone, I suppose it's wanting him to completely belong to you. Hoping that he only looks at me, only likes me, only thinks I'm the most beautiful, best, and most excellent, only appreciates and favors me. It hurts to see him being nice to someone else..."
"Sister, how insecure must you have been to have gone through so much?" Qingxue said softly.
She only remembered that when she liked Gong Beiyao, she admired him a lot, thought he was amazing, looked up to him like he was out of reach. Yet she felt lucky that, even though so many people wanted to pursue him, only she had exclusive memories with him.
As for Beitang...
