Yan Huan, who had remained silent by the side, finally spoke, "Cheng Yue, let's break up. No, that's not right, we're not breaking up because we never held hands in the first place."
Hearing this, Cheng Yue was stunned for a few seconds, his throat moved as if he was about to speak, but no words came out.
This was, in a way, a tacit admission.
Yan Huan looked at his reaction, her lips struggling to curl into a smile before she forced a casual tone, "I've thought it over, and actually, we're not suitable for each other. I'm older than you, and there really is a generation gap between us! My liking for you was just because I had been single for so long, it was just an impulse."
"Yan Huan... I'm sorry..." Cheng Yue said with difficulty, "This isn't the outcome I wanted."
Yan Huan managed a slight smile, "There's nothing to apologize for! Let's just leave it at that! Remember, it's I, Yan Huan, who doesn't like you anymore!"
