"You must have misunderstood your fondness and reliance on your sister. Don't bring this up again, and in a few years, you'll understand that what you feel for me isn't the kind of affection you think it is."
"I knew you'd say that." Leng Yan's burning gaze was fixed on her, and he stepped forward, wanting her to understand his feelings.
He had always thought she was too young now, planning to confess to her when she was older and he was mature enough, believing she would be more accepting then.
However, hearing what Yuan Yuan said today, he realized something surprising. He might think Xia Nuo was young, but other boys didn't see her as young.
She would soon turn sixteen, already a blossoming young girl, and she was so pretty that more and more people would develop feelings for her.
If he continued to wait, sooner or later she would fall for someone else. He dared not wait, nor could he afford to wait.
