Lu Yinxing forced a smile: "I'm fine, how about you?"
Wen Quan's lips curled slightly, but his eyes drooped: "I don't seem to be doing well."
Lu Yinxing felt as if her heart skipped a beat.
"I'm sorry, Wen Quan, you're the last person I want to hurt."
"You don't need to apologize to me. It's me who has never faced reality since childhood, unrequited love. I just thought that being close to you all the time, someday you would see my love for you."
Wen Quan gave a bitter smile, his voice seemed to dull further: "In the end, I never realized that proximity was helpful, but I'm still not the closest to you."
Lu Yinxing felt her heart being squeezed.
An inexplicable fear and panic rose from the depths of her heart: "You... what do you mean by that?"
Wen Quan smiled: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. I'm leaving tomorrow, let's not bring up those unhappy things. Today, it's just the two of us, pretend it's the last time you'll have dinner with me."
