Xiao Lang was stunned, and the mention of Li Mingxi made his expression a bit gloomy.
Jian Yufei waited for his answer.
But he didn't know how to respond. Li Mingxi had hidden the matter of the bone marrow from him. He wanted desperately not to like her, yet last night he still dreamt of her.
And all he could think of was her.
He felt anger and pain because of her deceit and ill intentions, and he drowned himself in alcohol to numb himself.
She had affected him greatly, and he couldn't lie to himself and say he didn't like her.
Even with such actions and thoughts she had, he still couldn't bring himself to hate her or forget her.
Because of this, he was even more in pain.
Because he couldn't let go, and yet couldn't face her calmly, he was tormented and uncomfortable.
Xiao Lang tightly clasped his hands together, once again avoiding Jian Yufei's question: "Why did you come to find me, is there something?"
