Jiao Yin stopped in his tracks, as if bound by invisible chains.
The struggle and anguish in his eyes eventually dissolved into an almost inaudible sigh.
"If Wanwan doesn't want to see me, rushing in like this will only bother her and put her in an awkward spot."
Hua Han froze. He never thought Jiao Yin would stop, not when they had come all this way and were just about to see Wanwan.
"Jiao Yin, you need to open your eyes! Wanwan is already surrounded by so many powerful males, and every single one of them is completely devoted to her. When it comes to love, sometimes you have to fight for it, you have to seize it! If you just stand there forever without taking a single step, how do you expect an opportunity to just fall into your lap?"
Hua Han knew this principle well, because he himself had fought and clawed for his position.
Jiao Yin lowered his gaze. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath his eyes, hiding the complex emotions swirling in their depths.
