How could there still be someone who doesn't know what first-class and second-class literary stars are? This person's last memory was still attending a wedding with a woman named "Han Yanyan." Combining all the hints given before, Ding Yao had already vaguely guessed that this was also a time traveler.
Two men related to the name "Han Yanyan" had crossed time and space, arriving here, beside a woman named Xiao Yan. Qiao Chengyu likely wanted to dig deeper into this matter, but Ding Yao did not. What had already become a fact had no meaning to further pursue.
Ding Yao always looked forward.
In this life, at this moment, he was Xiao Yao, and she was Xiao Yan. That was all there was to it.
"Even if we clarify everything, what meaning does it hold?" the young boy said coldly, "Can it change your current situation?"
The young man’s words struck deep, silencing Qiao Chengyu. After a moment, he softly murmured, "That’s true."
He added, "Forget it."
After saying this, he imitated the boy, tearing the biscuit into pieces and stuffing his mouth, chewing vigorously.
Han Yanyan looked at this handsome man, feeling her own skills were still lacking. Otherwise, why would her heart feel so bittersweet?