Su Qiyan turned around and continued to read her book. Xiao Yan sat opposite Su Qiyan without saying a word.
Xiao Yan seemed to be so quiet. Xiao Yan has always been enthusiastic, cheerful, and with a warm spring light.
Su Qiyan looked up and said, “I’m in trouble.”
Xiao Yan looked down at Su Qiyan, “It’s okay, I just want to see you.”
“Oh.” Su Qiyan said, “I’m fine.”
Xiao Yan said, “I know.”
For the first time, Su Qiyan felt a little tired of talking to him. “I thought you would be happy, but why do you look even more worried.”
“You know everything,” Xiao Yan asked.
Su Qiyan nodded, “I know everything.”
Xiao Yan smiled bitterly, “In the past, what I wanted to hear the most was Su Qihua’s words. I like you. I want to be with you.”
“Now I hear it, but I am not as happy as I imagined. I should be happy, I should have laughed three times, but in fact I can’t laugh at all.”
Su Qiyan smiled, “It’s so strange, I’m not happy to marry my dream lover.”
Xiao Yan said, “Yes, I think it’s so strange, too.”
Su Qiyan really wanted to open this person’s brain and see what was in him.
“When I was a child, I grew up with Su Qihua. At that time, I knew that I would marry her when I grew up. Su Qihua was very nice to me at that time. We played and studied together, and we were so happy.”