"Yiyi is outstanding. She deserves someone better, someone more suitable to be with her. Wu Yao, let go!"
Mo Qiansu spoke very rationally, though to Wu Yao, it might sound somewhat heartless.
But what she said was the truth.
Feelings are inherently a very selfish thing. Not everyone you meet in life can accompany you to the end.
Sometimes, the principle of survival of the fittest also applies to relationships.
...
On the other side.
Bei Yiyi sat in Quan Che's car, the car window half open, the night wind whooshing in.
After a rain in the Imperial Capital these past few days, the temperature dropped rapidly, with significant temperature differences between morning and night. The wind outside the car window already carried a chill. The cold made goosebumps rise on Bei Yiyi's slender arms.
But she couldn't feel the cold at all, as the chill in her heart far exceeded the cold of her body.
