"Their story could fill a whole novel of tragic romance. Mu Yichen came up with countless lousy schemes to make Qin Mu confess first, tormenting her completely. But that girl, Qin Mu, was even more stubborn than him." Qiao Yi shook his head as he spoke, unable to help but smile lightly. "That Christmas when Mu Yichen went to find her, he didn’t plan on doing anything specific; he just feared she’d be lonely, so he went to spend the holidays with her. But he ended up witnessing a male classmate confessing to Qin Mu. I heard it was quite a scene at the time, and that’s how they ended up having Huanhuan that night." "What about before the boss went to university?" "The things that happened between them in Paris could go on forever, but when we all went to celebrate Mu Yichen’s birthday at seventeen, it was raining just like tonight, in the muggy heat. Yet, he waited outside Qin Mu’s apartment." "Why not inside the apartment?" Xi Meng asked curiously, as if a time tunnel opened, placing her amidst that young couple, in that bygone era. "Apparently, Qin Mu had gone out with friends. That fool, Mu Yichen, didn’t even make a call. He just stubbornly waited outside her apartment in the rain." Qiao Yi remembered the image of that immature boy, showing no expression even when the brothers came to see him. But when he heard Qin Mu’s voice, he only lifted his eyes. That gaze, cold and vicious, more terrifying than a sharp knife, especially when he saw a male classmate drop her off, and she happily waved goodbye. Mu Yichen almost lost it on her. Qin Mu bid farewell to her classmate, planning to go home for a good sleep, only to turn around and see a group of people downstairs, among them, a gaze filled with hate. Back then, she was still a stubborn little girl, unfamiliar with compromise. "You guys go back first!" Without even clearly seeing his good buddies, Mu Yichen commanded them in a cold voice from her side, then stood there with indifference, filled with anger, staring at the little girl who was too scared to approach him. Qin Mu’s shiny black eyes flickered with craftiness, knowing he was upset, so she dared not step forward, even wanting to run away, if not for the fact it was too late for her to safely traverse the nighttime streets. After a while, facing the boy who exuded a powerful aura since childhood, standing there in the rain without saying a word, she couldn’t out-stiffen him, so she took the initiative to speak, slowly walking towards him. At that time, he was already 1.85 meters tall, while she was barely over 1.60, appearing completely like a little girl who had made a mistake, lowering her head without the courage to look him in the eye. "It’s now 10:05. You stayed out this late with a boy, and you’re asking why I’m here?" That was when Mu Yichen already exhibited such dominance, intensity, and ability to command the scene. Qin Mu glanced up and noticed the bloodshot eyes within his, involuntarily feeling a tightness in her heart, yet she only nervously bit the inside of her lip, contemplating whether to tell him the reason. "Qin Mu, is it because your parents aren’t around that you think you can live without rules, act recklessly, eager for romance at such a young age, not learning at all, is that it?" Mu Yichen suddenly grabbed her arm. At seventeen, he was already , while she was only twelve. She was too scared to move, only her shiny black eyes panic-strickenly gazed at him. He was drenched, and so was she. Back then, she had already begun to understand some things about love and relationships, especially because he constantly asked her whether she was dating, causing her to learn about girls dating early on. "I’ve not done anything wrong. Why are you being so fierce?" She was on the verge of tears, wanting to pry his hand off her shoulder, yet his hold was so strong, his gaze so destructive. Clearly, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, but to her, his gaze had an enormous impact. She was on the brink of tears, but he wouldn’t let go, and kept staring at her intently. Qin Mu didn’t want to cry, so she bit down hard on the inside of her lip, stubbornly lowering her gaze and heard his almost defeated sigh: "What can I dare to hope from you? You don’t understand anything." After hearing it, Qin Mu looked up again because she didn’t quite comprehend what he was saying, only recognizing that he had something he didn’t express clearly.