Ye Cheng slowly sipped from the glass of wine in his hand. A gentle smile could be seen on his face as he looked at Yin Jia. From time to time, he would sigh as he listened to Yin Jia's story.
On the other hand, tears welled up in Yin Jia's eyes as she spoke. It had been many years since someone had listened to her so seriously, and it had been many years since she chatted with someone so freely.
Ye Cheng handed her a piece of tissue.
After gently wiping the tears off her face, she asked, feeling slightly embarrassed, "Do you think it's too dramatic? My first love died in my arms just like that. I don't even know if his death was an accident or intentional. Five years have passed, and I still haven't found the answer."
Ye Cheng said regretfully, "It's too tragic. Yin Jia, I hope you can let go of the past and move on. After all, you're still young. People can't just live in the past."
