"Understand you? Then who understands me?"
The fine drizzle cried out in anguish, tears streaming down uncontrollably, "The first time I cried in my life out of sadness, and it was because of you, you bastard!"
"Sister Ting, I..."
Su Ran felt his head swelling, knowing that nothing he could say now would help and might even provoke her further. So, he kept silent, waiting for her to vent her grievances.
Feelings are so damned nonsensical. He hadn't even done anything to her, not even whispered a suggestive comment, yet Sister Ting was madly in love with him. Truly bizarre!
Did he really have that much charisma?!
Even Su Ran was starting to doubt it himself. She hadn't seen his real face, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't even treat her nicely. Could it be... Sister Ting has a masochistic tendency?
Sweating already...
