She stood there stupidly, rooted to the spot, at a complete loss.
Ever since she'd flatly rejected Li Zhen last time, he had never called again. She'd thought he'd finally given up. Deep down, she did feel a faint sense of guilt, but between a man and a woman, the biggest taboo was dragging things out endlessly—if you can't give someone any hope yet keep stringing them along, that's immoral.
"Yan Xixi… I… I just wanted to give you this present…"
He stood up in a hurry; maybe he'd been sitting too long, his legs were numb, and he almost fell to the floor.
Yan Xixi was about to help him, but he had already steadied himself against the wall and bent down to pick up a box from the floor.
Yan Xixi silently took the box. Inside was a box of chocolates and some very rare study materials.
He rubbed his hands together and breathed on them. "I won't bother you anymore… Yan Xixi, I'm leaving…"
By accident, Yan Xixi brushed against his hand. It was icy cold.
