Chu Lin's hand paused slightly, a gentle tremor ran through his hand, and an indescribable pain surged within his heart.
Are you talking to me?
Lin Jingsheng looked at him, eyes cold as ice, "Who are you? Who am I? Why are you talking to me? Why are you standing here?"
To Chu Lin, this was nothing short of a massive mockery.
"Ah Sheng..." Chu Lin's face burned, staring at Lin Jingsheng in silence. Lin Jingsheng glanced at his hand, Chu Lin slowly released it, and the two silently locked eyes. Inside Chu Lin, there was a mix of indescribable feelings, sharp and soft things in his heart jumbled together into sand, transformed into something more delicate, buried deep inside. He looked at Lin Jingsheng's brow and eyes, suddenly yearning for the Lin Jingsheng who laughed aloud and shouted loudly years ago, not this cold-eyed person speaking with no fluctuation. He had become the person he used to hate most, Chu Lin, what exactly have you been doing these past three years?
