บท 56: Memories of the Youth (8)

Qiao Anhao didn't dare to continue remembering, tears pouring down her cheeks furiously.

That line was like a nightmare, "No matter who I like, it would never be you."

It would never be you...

Until that moment, from her middle school till the fourth year of her university, she had carried a torch for him for eight years. For those eight long years, she had loved him, worked hard for him, did silly things for him, dreamed of him, thought about him, and had dedicated her entire soul and life to him. But this guy, the guy she had given eight precious years to had told her that no matter who he liked, it would never be her.

Her one sided love, the feelings she had been harboring died before even sprouting.

From that day onwards, her love for him had to become a secret.