"What else is there for us to talk about?" Changqing turned her face away angrily.
"Let me tell you about me and Yunyang." Song Chuyi swept a strand of hair away from her forehead gently.
"Your brother already told me about you two." Changqing was bitter. Was he trying to tell her about their love story now? "The love story between the three of you is really strong and touching. It could be made into a drama series with people like us serving as the leaves to set the stage for you three fresh flowers."
Song Chuyi became helpless and said, "No one is the leaf and no one is the fresh flower. If you have to describe it this way, perhaps I'm just an ugly and empty tree which has been eaten up by ants and bugs."
Changqing was stunned. She didn't think he would describe himself in this way.
However, to her, he had always been high up in the air like the white clouds, elegant and clean. "Because you didn't save Song Yunyang in America."