Cen Jin was taken aback, staring at her blankly, with eyes full of confusion and bewilderment. Lu Shishu seemed to understand, leaned back comfortably in the chair, crossed her arms, and looked at her amusingly: "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Jiang Baizhou? That shouldn't be, right? With both of your temperaments, you shouldn't be able to fight!"
Cen Jin heard the words but didn't respond, lowered her gaze, and just the tips of her intertwined fingers turned slightly white.
"Cen Jin, it's been so many years, and I've never asked you, do you like Jiang Baizhou or not?" Seeing her silence, Lu Shishu thought for a moment and then asked her seriously.
This question tugged hard at her heart; Cen Jin's heart felt as if something was clutching it. She and Lu Shishu had known each other for so many years, but she had never mentioned her liking for Jiang Baizhou, and likewise, Lu Shishu had never asked her about it.
