Bian Yue turned her face toward anny with great solemnity.
Just then, the traffic light turned red, and anny silently stopped the car, asking earnestly, "President... President Bian, why are you looking at me?"
"No wonder Shen Jinci is displeased with you," Bian Yue shook her head and looked away, "Don't you wish others well at all?"
"Why should I wish him well? Bian Yue, I only wish for your happiness."
The green light flickered, and anny lightly pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly slid forward.
anny earnestly said, "Bian Yue, there's only so much room in one's heart, if possible, I only wish for your happiness."
Bian Yue felt as though her heart was struck by a heavy weight, the dull pain was spreading.
There's only so much room in one's heart.
Indeed.
The space in one's heart has always been small.
When Bian Yue confessed her feelings to Li Sihe, she was only 17.
