Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 119: Yes, I still like it

However, the heroine of the story remained calm and composed. She took a sip of the wine and felt the spicy taste on the tip of her tongue. She looked down and realized that she had picked up the wrong wine glass.

Jian Yi put Jin Yanchen's glass of vodka back to its original place. She wiped off the lip marks on the rim of the cup. The lights in the field were dazzling purple and red, but her eyes remained as cold as ever.

She admitted calmly: "Yeah, I still like it."

Jin Yanchen's throat tightened. The answer was better than he expected. His eyes stayed on her, but his heart was already surging.

But then Jian Yi continued, "But seriously, I love myself more now."

"The impetuous teenage years have passed. I will not love you madly and recklessly, I will not ignore my own prospects and future, and I will not forget the meaning of studying and the dreams I have."

Jian Yi moved her eyes slightly downward, deliberately avoiding Jin Yanchen's gaze.

Only she herself understood how difficult it was to remain emotionally rational in front of him. No matter in the past or now, her love for him has always been open and clear.

Even though it has come to this, she told him in a clear voice: I still have attachment and love for you, but I will no longer compromise for you.

In the proposition of growing up, to a certain extent, it was Jin Yanchen who personally taught her the true meaning of "loving yourself".

Jin Yanchen raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised by the answer. He threw the dice into the Gu, and with a crisp jingle, he said cheerfully, "Continue."

Lin Qingruan was secretly surprised. Jin Yanchen has been doing very well in recent years, and people in the circle praise him more than anything else. Naturally, his temper is not very good.

People in their circle like to save face, but Jane's words today were too blunt and gave him almost no face at all.

Unexpectedly, not only did he not get angry at all, but he even showed some appreciation.

What to appreciate?

Lin Qingruan couldn't put it into words either. She always felt that Jin Yanchen kept Jian Yi by his side for more than just the years he wanted to teach her about love.

In the next two games, Jian Yi figured out the trick of the game. She was good at observing people's expressions and sometimes she could guess how big the points they had were just by analyzing their faces.

He didn't lose many games towards the end, but Mo Yucheng's true colors were about to be exposed.

Later, Mo Yucheng repeatedly winked at Jin Yanchen, asking him to save the situation, but unexpectedly Jin Yanchen shouted 25 sixes.

Mo Yucheng burst out laughing and patted him on the shoulder, "Good brother, you are really loyal."

Unexpectedly, Jin Yanchen raised his eyes and stared at Jian Yi. He raised his chin and said, "Ask."

Lin Qingruan gave this opportunity to Jian Yi.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that calling this number means that Jin Yanchen is willing to lose to her.

He was willing to give her a chance to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Jin Yanchen asked in a gentle voice: "What question do you want to ask me?"

Jian Yi's breathing became lighter as he asked this question. In the closed space with four people, she didn't expect that they would have such a calm moment face to face.

Too many questions came to her mind in an instant. In the end, she just lowered her eyelashes and asked with a trembling voice.

"You've been by my side all these years, right?"

Jin Yanchen paused for a moment, and uttered a low "hmm" without much emotion.

Jian Yi's heart was hanging upside down, blood was flowing backwards, and a sour feeling surged up her throat. Countless scenes zoomed into shadows in front of her eyes. She remembered the first snow in a foreign country, and the warm embrace he had given her on the day of the rainstorm. Perhaps in countless overlapping times, he was watching a girl named Jian Yi slowly moving forward.

She will never forget the frivolous smile on Jin Yanchen's face when he spent a fortune on her in the romantic world. They were both young at that time and thought they had the capital to fight against fate.

He said "I like you" in Cantonese, and she was willing to go through fire and water to love him.

Jian Yi realized that her heart was falling, and she struggled, doubted and puzzled in the fear of losing.

In the end, it all turned into a faint sigh on the lips, "Jin Yanchen, how could you like me?"

Jin Yanchen smiled faintly: "Xiaoyi, this is a bad question." "You should ask me if I have ever loved you."

Jian Yi's hands and heart trembled as she looked up at him, "Then Jin Yanchen, have you ever loved me?"

"Have."

Jin Yanchen smiled: "Not only in the past, but also now."

The smile on his lips faded, and his sentimentality was so overwhelming that it could drown people.

"More than ever."

Jian Yi's heartbeat paused briefly because of this sentence. She tried to lower her eyes and not look at Jin Yanchen. The unbearable atmosphere in the air deepened further. She felt like she was being cooked in hot oil, with her heart burning hot.

She didn't know how long she could maintain her rationality and calmness, so she had to clench her palms tightly.

She told herself that trying something fruitless once was enough, she had already withdrawn completely from the moment of deepest love, and there could be no better ending than now.

However, her reason was completely out of control the next second because of a sentence.

It was Jin Yanchen who quietly hugged her in the darkness.

He whispered in her ear: "I miss you so much."
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When I came out of the bar, the clock pointed to three in the morning.

They were too drunk to drive, so they just walked back and asked someone to pick up the car the next day.

Later, when they reached the first fork in the road, Mo Yucheng took her to turn left.

Although Lin Qingruan drank a little too much, he was still conscious. He raised his finger and said, "Xiaoyi, tonight..."

"She has Yanchen, let's not get involved in their affairs." Mo Yucheng lowered his voice, "I have to settle the bill for ordering the male model tonight when I get back."

Jian Yi felt a little cold when she came out of the bar.

The weather in Kyoto is like this, especially cold in the morning and evening. Two rows of Terminalia truncatula stand tall in front of the door, and the wind blows over, making a rustling sound among the leaves.

She had been drinking and her reaction was a little slow. When her attention shifted to herself, she found that Jin Yanchen had taken a long women's coat from the back seat of the car.

Wearing a coat in summer always feels weird.

Fortunately, it was late and frosty at this time. Jian Yi covered her shoulders lightly and looked down at the shadows of her high heels cast on the concrete floor.

After a while, she asked slowly, "Jin Yanchen, is it true that you only know how to buy coats?"

Jin Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then picked up a piece of clothing from the closet, thinking only that he was worried that she would be cold, without thinking that she shouldn't wear this piece of clothing at this time of year.

He twitched the corners of his lips and said jokingly, "It's because you, the hostess, passed away in the cold winter. Since that year, I haven't added any other clothes to my wardrobe. This is the only one I can show off."

The topic of separation was brought up so clearly.

Jian Yi's eyes were focused on the warm yellow lights on the side of the road. She blinked her eyelashes and spoke in a rogue tone.

"Jin Yanchen."

"Let's play truth or dare again."

"What do you want to ask."

Jin Yanchen stopped and looked at her. His eyes were deep and penetrating. He had been too deeply involved in the officialdom of power over the years and rarely showed his emotions in front of others.

But if Jian Yi wanted to ask, he thought he would definitely respond to her with the utmost honesty.

"I heard you've been alone all these years."

"Ah."

Jin Yanchen smiled. He stood beside her with his coat rolled up. His tall figure was projected against the wall of the alley opposite, and he had an indescribable sense of casualness about him.