Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Having repeatedly lived and struggled on the edge of life and death, Ye Chen was transformed from a child to a hardened and quick to adapt teenager.
Since then, he would repay what others had done to him tenfold. Whatever he had to endure, he would endure and take in all the pain silently.
In the eyes of others, those who were as strong as Ye Chen were almost omnipotent. Who would have thought of standing up for him?
Only Cheng Anya!
This woman who barely knew him stood up for him in such a strong and fearless way. She spoke up for him and protected him.
Anya had broken the deep cold in his heart.
Cheng Anya was shocked. Her heart was painful as though it was in shackles.
Her lips and the tip of her nose soured, and her eyes were red.
Unlike before, Ye Chen seemed like a wronged person seeking comfort.
However, as tough as Ye Chen was, he also had a fragile side.
Her hand clenched into a fist, then loosened, and clenched, and finally released. Her emotions overcame reason.
Anya hugged Ye Chen!
Just this once, Cheng Anya. Just this once!
She followed her heart and took pity on him.
Ye Chen, shocked, suddenly hugged Anya tighter. He almost wanted to hug her to death.
As the sun shone through the room, there was a faint hint of sadness in the air.
For a long while, Ye Chen hugged her. There was a layer of complexity in his deep gaze, and it seemed like joy yet sorrowful. Cheng Anya could not understand what she saw, or rather, she did not want to pursue the question.
Third Young Master Ye’s gaze was intriguing, as if a second glance would send her into a trance. However frightening, unclear, and vague it seemed, she did not back off, yet felt afraid.
“I’ll make a move first!” Cheng Anya heard her very calm voice. There was a normalcy to it which was not tempestuous at all. Such a warm embrace from Ye Chen seemed to be an illusion stemming from Ye Chen’s fatigue.
As Anya turned around, she felt someone tug her arms and had to turn around.
Ye Chen’s lips formed a smile, and as he looked at Anya with a gaze akin to still water, he asked, “Do you like me?”
With a loud thud, Cheng Anya heard something in her mind rupture, and her cheeks flushed. As she felt awkward and tried to resist, Anya was tempted to hide in a hole had there been one.
Did she like Ye Chen?
How could it be…
Had she been too late in avoiding him?