It was a day when flowers were blooming on the street, filling it with their fragrance and the aura of youth filled the entire school.
Xiao Yue and Ye Yan were arguing over a problem and neither of them would let the other win.
In the end, Ye Yan won over Xiao Yue with his eloquent words and Xiao Yue had angrily said at that time, “Ye Yan, if you have the ability, keep beating me for the rest of your life. Don’t lose even once, but if you lose, I will laugh myself to death!”
“If I don’t lose even once, will you marry me?”
“Look at your red face. I was just saying it casually, why are you so serious?”
“Who’s serious! You can talk if you don’t lose even once!”
Many people would forget what happened when they were younger, but Ye Yan had always remembered this clearly.
Actually, Xiao Yue also remembered it. Only in her world, she felt that there were thousands of miles between her and Ye Yan……
She wasn’t worthy of him……
If she was only half as smart as Ye Yan, perhaps she would be more confident in chasing her dream.
It was a pity that she wasn't. If she was smart enough, she would have won at least once.
But she didn’t win even once. Did that mean that she had lost……the chance to stand by his side.
Luo Qing Chen could see the different emotions in their eyes and said with a faint smile, “I seemed to have made a mistake.”
It was probably because that smile was too dazzling. It was like an ice cold fairy suddenly falling into the human world, so beautiful that it took one’s soul.
Luo Qing Chen was too lazy to care about their gazes. She turned to look at Xiao Yue and whispered in her ear, “There’s nothing that’s impossible in this world. Perhaps you think that this principal graduate has high standards for a wife, but actually he already has someone in his eyes.”
Perhaps it was a person that he always thought was impossible.
Xiao Yue lowered her head and couldn’t help bursting into tears.
She didn’t know what she was thinking, but she knew that everything was over.
All the stubbornness disappeared and there was only an indescribable feeling in her empty heart.
It was already evening when Ye Yan returned to the palace and he was late to the drinking game that he promised to have with the current emperor Feng.
When he left the inn, he didn’t go anywhere else, but it felt like his feet were floating. It was a short journey, but he had spent an entire three hours walking it.
“Your mood is different today.” Feng Qian Che was wearing a golden robe as he sat high up. His eyes were as cold as ice and even if it was a good friend, his words didn’t have a single trace of emotion in them.
“Reporting to the emperor, this minister is late.” Ye Yan bit his lip and said, “Is there still wine left?”
“Are you afraid that this one doesn’t have wine?” Feng Qian Che narrowed his cold eyes as he revealed a cold smile, “There’s plenty of wine, it depends on if the minister’s story is moving enough.”
Feng Qian Che had already long surpassed human affections. He was like an ice cold war god, watching everything that happened in the world with an indifferent attitude.
Beautiful or cold, he didn’t care. Whichever cold or moving story he heard, he had already forgotten and he hadn’t been moved at all.
“The story is very long.” Ye Yan slowly sat down and laughed at himself, “Before telling the story, there’s a beautiful scene to share with the emperor.”
“What is it?”
“It turns out that a person summoning thousands of butterflies is true!”
“Guang dang!” The wine jug fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.