But Fan Rou wanted to tell him that he was the only one willing to cook for her, the only one willing to take care of her when she was injured or sick.
No one had ever cared for her this way since her mother passed away; no one cared about her life or death anymore.
Except for Ye Ranran, who was the only one among the people she knew who was willing to befriend her and show concern for her.
And now there's also Lan Shao, but the two are different.
One is friendship, the other is love.
But love, those two words are so beautiful, so beautiful that she feared her own filth would taint it.
"Maybe saying this will dampen the mood, but I still want to tell you, I haven't considered being with you." As long as she thought of those people at home, she couldn't help but retract her thoughts.
The dark tactics she could imagine were mild ones; the truly frightening ones were those she couldn't even think of.
She really wanted to hold his hand, but she couldn't.
