"I don't want to communicate with you right now," Cheng Feiyang said.
"Hey, are you mad?" Yang Xiaoxi was surprised. "I'm not being irresponsible, I just don't have other feelings for you, and since you don't have other feelings for me either, no harm done, why are you..."
"Who said I don't have feelings for you?"
Cheng Feiyang suddenly stopped walking, looking at Yang Xiaoxi with a serious expression.
Yang Xiaoxi was startled, "Cheng, Cheng Feiyang, what do you mean? You can't mean that you've always liked me, can you?"
As she asked this, Yang Xiaoxi's heart uncontrollably pounded.
"Yang Xiaoxi, do you have no heart?" Cheng Feiyang stared at Yang Xiaoxi, who seemed completely clueless, a hint of anger rising in his heart. "Can't you feel anything about how I treat you? Even Mianmian could see it, how can you not?"
It had been five years.
Shen Mianmian had waited for He Nan for five years, and he had watched over Yang Xiaoxi for five years too.
