Just as Lin Nian liked Chen Feng and worried his affections might stray, Shen Yi's words were surely motivated by his feelings for Qin Jiao.
Shen Yi nodded frankly. "Yeah. She's so amazing, of course I like her."
Chen Feng was taken aback.
He pictured Qin Jiao. It was true—her beauty was bold and self-assured. Most of the seventeen and eighteen-year-old girls on campus were reserved. They would steal timid glances, ever so carefully, and blush at the drop of a hat.
But not Qin Jiao.
Her very presence was like a rose in full bloom, its sudden blossom making everyone else shrink back, feeling inadequate in comparison.
Looking at the warning in Shen Yi's eyes, Chen Feng knew that no matter how beautiful that flower was, she had nothing to do with him anymore.
Shen Yi's tone was placid, as if it were just a conversation between friends.
