Amid the carnage of crawfish, the girl was deep in thought, staring at the letter in her hand, as if struggling with words. She frowned and swept her gaze over everyone present.
Zhou Shihui silently took off his plastic gloves.
Xie Yue lowered his voice, leaning toward Chen Yiyang: "Yun Mi doesn't like you, does she?"
"..."
For an instant, a dead silence fell.
Yun Mi walked up to Chen Yiyang, feeling both regretful and irritated.
She had no idea how he would react.
Chen Yiyang looked up: "Something?"
Yun Mi awkwardly turned her face away: "Nothing."
His gaze fell on her fair, slender fingers; her nails were trimmed neatly as she clutched the thin love letter.
Nearby staff and customers also turned to look.
Yun Mi's cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and she finally gave up: "Brother, please accept... a love letter someone asked me to give you."
She had initially thought delivering the letter was a trivial favor.
But standing in front of him, her restless heart felt as if she were confessing herself.
She dropped the letter and turned to flee.
But Chen Yiyang called out, "What are you running for?"
The light envelope fell like a soft petal into Chen Yiyang's arms, still carrying the lingering warmth of the girl.
The boy's tightly knit brows suddenly relaxed. His sharp, dark eyes reflected her figure, and his slightly agitated heartbeat abruptly steadied.
The next second, he looked down and guessed that Yun Mi had been staring at her phone earlier for no good reason. His tone turned cold: "Give me your phone."
Yun Mi muttered softly, "What for..."
"To help you reject her."
Yun Mi looked bewildered: "What do I need to reject..."
If anyone needed to reject, it should be him rejecting Jiang Miyan.
A faint smile curled at the corner of Chen Yiyang's lips: "What did she give you?"
Yun Mi was startled—how did he know? "N-no... impossible..." Her voice trailed off involuntarily.
Under his scrutinizing gaze, she instinctively looked away, silently wondering if Chen Yiyang could read minds.
Then she heard him say quietly, "Little liar."
Time seemed to stretch long, yet it was fleeting.
Yun Mi's world was in chaos, but in her eyes, there was only the person before her.
Chen Yiyang had already taken her phone, opened WeChat, locked onto the contact in three seconds, quickly scanned the chat history, and pressed the voice button.
From a step away, the boy's low, magnetic voice reached her ears clearly. Amid the surrounding noise, Yun Mi's gaze was fixed on him.
The tall, straight-backed boy tilted his face, his cool features with slightly lowered lashes.
When his lips pressed together, he looked especially cold, and his tone was much more distant than when he talked to her.
Chen Yiyang spoke slowly:
"Please don't bother my sister for nothing. If you have something, come to me directly."
He paused, his tone turning even colder,
"And—"
"Sorry. I don't want to date anyone. I already have someone I like."