A bird in hand flew away—that's the most disheartening thing.
"I would like to, but..." Every time he thought about it, Ye Gaosheng felt helpless.
In the past, although he was unsure of Miss Qing Yue's intentions, she had always been quite polite to him.
But these past few days, he suddenly realized that Miss Qing Yue frowned whenever she saw him. Even if she was having a pleasant conversation with someone else, she would immediately turn around and walk away with a cold face as soon as she saw him coming.
And so, Ye Gaosheng felt increasingly uncertain.
"What exactly is it?" That night, Ye Gaosheng secretly went to see Qingyue, and overheard the conversation—Qingyue didn't outright refuse, but the implied meaning in her words was far from a rejection.
So, if the young lady had already half-agreed, what was his big brother still hesitating for?
