Chen Xiaoqian could never have imagined that the seemingly dull Yu Minglang could say something like that.
Her mind went blank, and her legs felt weak. She didn't even know how she got home.
Her heart was already in turmoil, and she wanted to wash her hands. But as she stood in front of the faucet, Yu Minglang's voice seemed to echo in her ears.
"I believe there's a kind-hearted girl inside you."
"Don't hurt yourself."
"Promise me, whatever you do from now on, don't let hurting yourself be a prerequisite."
Although his voice wasn't gentle, just a single sentence could break down her emotional defenses. Qian suddenly didn't feel like washing her hands anymore.
She hugged herself with both arms, stood in front of the faucet, squatted down powerlessly; no one could see her tears. She didn't want to cry.
It was all because of that annoying fool; why did he have to be sentimental...
