They all said that the closer one got to home, the more timid one became.
The closer Li Mu Yang got to home, the more he wanted to see his parents and younger sister as soon as possible. He did not feel timid in the slightest.
What was there to be timid about? They were the people closest to him in this world.
Yet when he had to face Cui Xiaoxin, he deeply felt the weight of those words.
The closer one got to home, the more timid one became—not because of how close one was to home, but because of love alone.
Cui Xiaoxin!
She was a girl who made him anticipate their meeting yet fear it, who made him happy yet filled him with sorrow.
Because of that romance that had ended without cause, and because of that inexplicable vendetta, the relationship between Li Mu Yang and Cui Xiaoxin had been pushed into an exceedingly awkward position.
Li Mu Yang needed an answer, while Cui Xiaoxin needed an apology.
Neither of them should give the other what they needed.
Li Mu Yang had fantasized countless times about meeting Cui Xiaoxin again, but he had never imagined that he would appear before her in this manner, with this face.
Li Sinian was not very strong. If Li Mu Yang had been willing, she could never have pulled him along.
Yet Li Mu Yang's feet still obediently followed her outside.
It was not the strength of Li Sinian. It was the strength of Cui Xiaoxin.
Cui Xiaoxin was calling for him from the doorway.
Once they reached the courtyard, Li Sinian released Li Mu Yang's arm and tossed a packed cloth bundle into his arms.
She gave Li Mu Yang a meaningful glance, then hurried toward Cui Xiaoxin, who was