"Miss He, who dares not like you." Pei Yuanchen recalled his earlier worries, still in a huff.
"And, and... Jin..." He Ziyi thought of the man who just saved her, but unfortunately, she had forgotten his name.
Right, he seemed to have written it on her hand!
He Ziyi quickly raised her hand, but the three characters on her palm had already been smudged by the alcohol, blurred into an unreadable mess.
She blinked in confusion.
What was that man's name again? She had even promised to be his friend!
"What else?" Pei Yuanchen saw her silly demeanor, and couldn't help but smirk.
"I... I don't remember." She said pitifully, "Anyway... anyway, everyone likes me, only you don't like me."
She said with grievances.
Pei Yuanchen took a deep breath, his voice slightly hoarse: "He Ziyi, do you know what liking is?"
"It's just liking." She reached out to hug his neck and blew a breath at his chin, "Liking... liking is wanting to be with you, wanting to talk to you."
