Xia Siyu said, "Hmm, I don't believe it."
But Yun Lih's words were so frank that she had to start facing the issue seriously, "Are you... serious?"
She really didn't believe Yun Lih would pursue her because it seemed unnecessary.
To Xia Siyu, as long as Yun Lih nodded, she would always be the one who threw herself into the chase recklessly.
No matter how many times she was pushed away, he had a fatal attraction to her.
Yun Lih ruffled her hair, his smile carrying a gentle indulgence, "Whether it's true or not, you feel it for yourself. There's no rush to answer; we still have three months."
Xia Siyu felt she should be happy, but she couldn't manage a smile at all.
Perhaps she'd been rejected too many times that she was used to it, and Yun Lih's sudden change left her mixed with emotions and at a loss.
...
At half past nine in the evening, Xia Siyu and Yun Lih returned to the hotel.
They bid farewell in the elevator, and Xia Siyu fled into her own room.
