Deeply affectionate senior fellow student

  Cheng An Ya's expression was calm and composed, her eyes gazing directly at Yang Ze Kun as she nodded, "Yes!"

  Struggling in desperation will only reveal one's more wretched posture, Ningning's existence is the final proof, how could Yang Zekun, so clever, not guess it out.

  The dim light of the street lamps shone weakly on Yang Zekun's face, half bright and half dark. His eyelids drooped slightly, covering up the hurt in his eyes. Yang Zekun was such a proud person, how could he bear to show weakness in front of the one he loved?

  "I actually guessed it a long time ago, two years ago when I returned to the country, the first time I knew about Ye Chen, I felt familiar, as Ningning grew up, I just realized that they were molded from the same mold." Yang Zekun raised his eyes, with a warm smile and a hint of bitterness, "I mentioned MBS several times, mentioned Ye Chen, you didn't react at all, I thought it was just a coincidence."

  Cheng An listened quietly, as gentle as a spring mountain. In the past few years, Yang Zekun had helped Cheng An and her mother with many things, and Cheng An was very grateful to him.

  Apart from being unable to return his feelings, Cheng Anya was willing to give everything for him.

  Seven years of silently dedicating herself without seeking reward. Cheng Anya had wanted to speak up and clarify things several times, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

  Actually, everyone is a clever person, and they all understand each other's minds.

  "Ye Chen didn't even know Ningning existed," said Cheng Anya, without hiding anything. "It was just a misunderstanding seven years ago."

  A beautiful misunderstanding gave her the most wonderful gift in the world.

  "So you're saying that apart from Ningning's bond, there is no other relationship between you and him?"

  "Senior, we've known each other for seven years now. You should know that it's not the only feeling I have. I'm not interested." In Chen An Ya's mind, Ye Chen's numerous mistresses floated up.

  Slightly bitter.

  "When I was with my girlfriend, I liked it, and I liked it for 7 years." Yang Zekai said resolutely, his warm eyes carrying a strong sense of longing that was faintly visible.

  "Senior, don't joke around, I..." Cheng Anya was shocked, her eyes widening suddenly. She didn't expect Yang Zekun to confess. For 7 years, everyone had been guarding a line, no one crossing it, as if it were an unspoken agreement.

  "You know all about my past, and you also know that I have Ningning. You deserve a better girl than me. Senpai, I'm telling the truth, in this lifetime, I've never seen a man as wonderful as you... I don't deserve you..."

  "I don't care!" Yang Ze Kun suddenly hugged Cheng An Ya into his arms, his tone firm. "I don't care about anything, I only know that I love Cheng An Ya!"