His heart hurt so much, it was unbearable. This person was the first woman he ever loved, yet she already belonged to someone else.
Perhaps youthful love rarely ends well.
But he still couldn't help but cling to the past.
The best love of his life was given to Qin Youxue two years ago.
He really loved her.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but slowly Jian Yang released his hand.
Qin Youxue's face carried a hint of guilt: "Jian Yang, I..."
"My cousin just came over." Jian Yang looked at her, "He saw us hugging and left."
"..." Qin Youxue's eyes widened slightly, and in the next second, she quickly turned and chased after him.
"..."
Watching Qin Youxue leave, Jian Yang finally smiled, with a hint of mischief, and also a trace of hard-to-conceal sadness.
She really fell in love with someone else.
He covered his eyes with one hand, letting the wetness soak his palm.
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