Ning Yanan's gentle and shallow voice slowly rose.
Some words, she had always kept to herself, not knowing how to say them.
Watching Mo Xiyan's unconditional support for her, the words reached the tip of her tongue, only to be swallowed back, time and again.
"Better? In my heart, there's no one better than you. I only want you. Don't you really understand?"
"We are more suited to being friends," Ning Yanan said, looking straight into his "eyes" and pursing her lips.
"Maybe what you say is right, it's just that I can't accept it."
Mo Xiyan let go, took a few steps back, and leaned against the wall.
Weary, he closed his "eyes".
He did have feelings; when they were colleagues and friends, Ning Yanan was always independent, lively, and spirited in front of him.
Whenever he wanted to get closer to her, she would become cautious.
She would even try to force herself to accept his care.
If one really liked someone, could it be like this?
