Tears stained, his voice became gentler: "I don't want you to agree to be with me out of gratitude even though you don't like me. Are you angry when you can't find the right time after we get together?"

"No." Shang Lu shook his head. She grabbed Chi Yan's hand, put his palm against her face, tilted her head slightly, and tears fell into his palm.

Chi Yan frowned slightly, feeling the warmth of the tears in his palms so hot that it made his heart ache.

Naturally, he couldn't bear to see her cry, but this time she shed tears because of him.

Shang Lu held Chi Yan's hand tighter and said seriously: "Chi Yan, I'm glad that person is you. I feel very lucky."

The boy who gave her countless kindness and warmth was not as good as she thought. Even though time has made him look hateful, he is still the same as she remembers him, better than before, which is a good thing.

Seventeen years ago, he helped her and warmed her.

Seventeen years later, he still chooses to love her.

Every time she met him, she felt loved.

So now, she also wants to love the world more.