Only myself and Ah Yan were left.
The two of us were so close.
We could even hear each other's breathing.
Lu Yinxing looked into Ah Yan's eyes.
His eyes were filled with fluctuating emotions, complex, tense, worried, even fearful, mixed with a trace of pain and contradiction.
Lu Yinxing didn't understand why Ah Yan's eyes contained such complex and contradictory emotions.
At this moment, Lu Yinxing thought of Ah Yan's unintentional confession from when he'd been drunk before.
In fact, after Ah Yan sobered up, Lu Yinxing once asked him, but Ah Yan didn't admit it.
Lu Yinxing let out a sigh of relief and directly forgot about it.
It wasn't really forgotten, just subconsciously ignored by Lu Yinxing.
Because deep inside, Lu Yinxing knew, if Ah Yan's words that night were true.
Then things would become so complicated.
Emotional entanglements were what Lu Yinxing was least adept at dealing with.
So subconsciously, Lu Yinxing rejected it.
