Xu Su turned her head, trying to break free from his grip. He stiffened for a moment before letting go, but his body remained turned towards her. "You were crying? What about?"
Xu Su pressed her lips together. "I read a book during evening study hall. The story moved me."
Zhou Mochen was skeptical. "Xu Su, if you've been wronged at school, don't just endure it. If your parents won't stand up for you, I will."
He leaned his upper body towards her, his presence overwhelming. Xu Su couldn't help but push him away. "Sit up straight before you talk."
Zhou Mochen straightened up, following the force of her hand, but his gaze never left her. "I listened to you and didn't look into your daily life at school. But you have to tell me the truth. Why were you crying tonight?"
Xu Su looked up and met his gaze, which was filled with heartache and a hint of anger. She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.
