"I'm sorry, it was presumptuous of me," Yan Lingfeng said with a smile, "I just wanted to know if you were doing well. If you are, then I can be at ease. After all... when I suddenly decided to go abroad, I always felt very sorry towards you."
"I'm doing well, you can be at ease," Yun Xuefei said with a faint smile, standing up, "You can do as you please."
"Xuefei!" In his urgency, he grabbed her wrist.
Yun Xuefei had no choice but to stop in her tracks, looked at his hand, and then at him.
Meeting her cool gaze, Yan Lingfeng had to let go of her wrist.
"Xuefei, I mean no harm," he said with a helpless, bitter smile, "For all these years, I've never forgotten you and have deeply regretted that impulse... I owe you an apology."
That year, he was a sophomore and, like many students, was receiving freshmen. Yun Xuefei came to the registration point alone, dragging her luggage, a beautiful and gentle face, with a cool and proud expression, he fell in love with her at first sight.
