This wasn't how he intended it to happen. He hadn't planned a confession, hadn't prepared any careful words or timing. But Chen's earlier sentence—help me find someone—had struck something in him.
And before he could stop himself—
It came out.
Chen's mind went blank again.
For the second time that day.
This situation…was even more difficult than before.
Si Ran's confession had been impulsive, youthful, easy to reject with clear reasoning.
But Xiao Yushen…Was different.
He wasn't just anyone.
Hw was someone who is his colleague friend and understand him well. He can't make excuses or give lame reasons to him.
Chen walked into the parking area, the earlier tension still lingering faintly in his chest. The open space felt calmer than the suffocating corridors, and he let out a quiet breath as he approached his car.
With a soft click, he unlocked it and slid into the driver's seat.
For a moment, he just sat there, hands resting on the steering wheel, staring ahead.
