Li Qiao slowly paused her steps, standing at the entrance of the Medicine Garden, wanting to hear Yun Lih's response.
Time passed by the second, Yun Lih was silent for a while, then gazed distantly at the clouds on the horizon, "No."
Shang Lu scratched his nose, unceremoniously exposing him, "Men tend to act all mysterious when they speak against their own hearts, that's exactly how you look now."
Yun Lih: "..."
He helplessly withdrew his gaze, looking down at his fingertips, "Regardless of the reason, there's no real difference fundamentally."
"There is a big difference." Shang Lu, with an expression of 'don't try to trick me,' glared at Yun Lih, "If you're avoiding being with her because there's no antidote to the poison, it shows you care about her. Otherwise, you have no heart."
Perhaps struck by the truth, Yun Lih frowned slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Has your illness cured itself?"
