Chapter 17 Her Love as Light as a Feather

Si Jiahe was leaning against the kitchen island, his upper body slightly reclined, still wearing a white shirt.

Since puberty, influenced by human hormones, Tang Man had a preference for this type of clean-cut young men.

And she especially liked those wearing white shirts.

So, most of her ex-boyfriends were of this type.

Thinking carefully, she seemed to have always liked only one type of person, perhaps most people are like this.

From the marriage of Old Tang and Madam Yang, she saw that people only like a certain type, and there could be many of this type, so love is no longer unique.

Because a person may fall in love with many people in their lifetime, the fundamental essence of romance and mystery in love is diminished.

However, in such a charming atmosphere, Si Jiahe tightly held her hand, his face tense as he confirmed again, “Man Man, have you really broken up with Du Henian?”

Tang Man laughed, “Of course.”

She had actually wanted to break up for a long time, and had been cold to Du Henian recently, the breakup process had already begun.

Only then did Si Jiahe smile, leaning on her shoulder.

Tang Man casually touched his ear and said offhandedly, “I’m not the kind of person who says breakup lightly either.”

That’s right, once she says the word breakup, it really means breakup.

Si Jiahe’s originally fluctuating heart seemed to suddenly settle.

It was the same back then, when they broke up, it was also this abrupt.

In Tang Man’s countless casual glances, Si Jiahe had witnessed her indifference firsthand, so indifferent as if she had never liked him, because that breakup came too easily, even now, it still felt like a dream to him.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that when he later learned that Tang Man was with Du Henian, he felt so angry and aggrieved.

At that time, he thought Tang Man was doing it to anger him.

But how could that be possible?

She was extremely rational when it came to relationships. Thinking carefully, during their relationship, if their big or small arguments didn’t involve Tang Man’s bottom line, she never cared too much, but if it did involve her bottom line, she never let go even a bit.

Her love seemed to come so easily, and seemed to leave just as easily.