"No wonder you all look at me so strangely," Yu Qianchu suddenly chuckled. "You wouldn't happen to think I'm Chu Yifei, would you? I'm not him."
The last sentence was spoken with great seriousness.
As if fearing Qiao Xiaren wouldn't believe him, he continued, "Chu Yifei is Asia's ultra-popular idol; of course, I know who he is. He and I look nothing alike. So I find it odd why you all look at me as if something's off. Turns out, you mistook me for that deceased superstar actor."
"Of course I know you can't be him." Qiao Xiaren saw him getting serious and felt speechless. "You don't look like him at all; it's more about your aura and mannerisms. It gives people a strange feeling—as if he's still in this world."
"You just mentioned that he was your friend?" Yu Qianchu suddenly laughed. "Could it be that you liked him before? It's been two years since Chu Yifei passed away from a severe illness. Even after all this time, you still keep him in your thoughts?"
