On the way home, the young girl sat in the back of the taxi, her cheeks flushed, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her small hands tangled on her lap, nervously kneading each other.

Yan Feng sat beside her, refusing to meet her gaze. He ignored the occasional glances she stole at him, turning his head to look at the rain still pouring outside the window, remaining silent.

What should he do...

"Little Xi..." the man suddenly spoke, his tone calm, "You're still young, not mature enough. You shouldn't make decisions lightly before you can live independently."