Wen Nuan was momentarily startled, then shook her head. She looked at Tan Qing, telling him earnestly: "Tan Qing, don't waste your feelings on me. Even if you don't love Qu Min, there are many other girls you can choose from."
"Do you still love him?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave. Tan Qing gently asked from behind her.
"Yes."
Her steps faltered for a moment but she didn't stop, just walked slowly: "I really want to forget, but I just can't manage it."
The sky had gradually darkened, and she was standing under a tree. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but no one would notice.
After that incident, she didn't know how many times she'd resolved to forget, yet she couldn't.
She never knew that her first love at seventeen would leave such a deep impression.
