"Oh? Who is it then?"
Zhou Qi's voice still sounded so casual.
Xiao Rou looked up at him.
"It's you" — these two words were stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out. The person in front of her would ask so casually, as if it was just a brotherly concern for his sister.
What could she say?
Living under the same roof with him now was already the best time in her life, and next, it was time for her to see clearly.
Bitterness surged in Xiao Rou's heart as she suddenly stood up: "I... I'll go back first."
She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to cry in front of this person now. Xiao Rou just wanted to rush back to her room and bury herself under the blankets to cry fiercely, in remembrance of the love that hadn't even been confessed and was already dead.
