Downstairs, Sheng Yanxiao drove the car out of the neighborhood and parked it by the roadside, then walked back by himself, leaning against a big tree, looking up at the lit-up house.
He asked her if she thought he was cheap?
She didn't make a sound, but Sheng Yanxiao had already come up with an answer for her in his heart.
He sure was damn cheap.
He had assertively kept her by his side in the beginning, but now she doesn't want him. Yet he still goes running after her, isn't that being cheap?
But he was willing.
In his whole life, he's only ever been cheap for her.
Being cheap for the girl he loves, what's wrong with that?
If a swift resolution doesn't work, he'll be the slow-boiling frog.
Feelings are uncontrollable; once they accumulate to a certain extent, any external hindrances or inner hesitations will just be fleeting clouds. What he wants is that day.
