Elaine withdrew her gaze and said to Iris Harris, "Maybe you don't believe it, but the young master really likes you."
Iris Harris hugged her knees, resting her chin on them. Hearing Elaine's words, she let out a low laugh, "They all say they like me... Actually, I no longer understand what it means to like or not like someone."
If love only brings pain and hurt, what's the point of its existence?
She's read many books and watched TV, but no one's love has been like this.
Elaine also felt that her words were somewhat powerless.
She sighed lightly, saying no more, and casually picked up a magazine from the couch to read. But her mind was so disordered that she couldn't concentrate on a single word.
Iris Harris woke up for a while, drank some milk, and lay back down.
