Yebo stirred the coffee in his cup. "Don't think about what won't happen."

She looked at him. "You're like him, in temperament." The tone paused. "Do you still love Qiubai?"

"Yes." The answer was straightforward.

Song Mengjie bends her mouth and her pink lipstick sets off her skin. "I also love Ye Nian Mo."

He looked at her, and she looked back at her, surrounded by soft music from the cafe and the quarrels of couples.

"I'm leaving now. It's supposed to be a long time since I met you." Song Mengjie rose.

Yebo grabbed her wrist. "You mean a lot to me, but I'm not sure if it's love."...