When Fu Yisi said this, his eyes were deep and heavy, like a mysterious ancient pool with an indescribable allure, drawing people to explore and to immerse themselves.
Ji Sang's initially clear eyes started to become hazy, bewildered.
Su Ge once said that a year's time could only allow one to reach Ji Sang's side, barely qualifying as a friend. But to open her heart required even more time. And... if one wished to reach the extent where Ji Sang would think of confiding first thing in the event of any issue,
that was an incredibly difficult thing. So difficult that even though Su Ge had known Ji Sang for almost six years, he had never reached that point.
Ji Sang, oh, was like a macadamia nut, with its fruit sweet and fragrant inside, but encased in a tough protective shell outside.
She could casually recount the tough situations when things were about to be resolved, but she could not share from the beginning, let you be the one to fight alongside her.
