"Yes," Yue Yaer said without hesitation, "it's really difficult for me!"
Wang Peiling looked at her with disappointment, "So... Yaer, you actually don't like me at all, do you? You just want to take from me without giving anything in return, right?"
"If by giving you mean apologizing to your mom, saying sorry to her, then you're right, yes, I just want to take, not give," Yue Yaer curled the corner of her mouth, "So, clearly, we're not suitable for each other. Don't waste any more time on me, go find a girl who's willing to apologize to your mom, to say sorry to her. It's impossible for us!"
After speaking, she turned and walked away.
"Stop right there!" Wang Peiling, furious and exasperated, rushed forward and grabbed her wrist.
Yue Yaer forcefully shook off his hand.
Wang Peiling lunged forward again, trying to grab her, but used too much force. His hand slid past Yue Yaer's wrist and his body collided with hers.
