"Useless! If it's not him, it won't feel right to kiss!"
As she spoke, Shang Haohao's tears slid down the bridge of her nose.
"..." Beside her, Yue Feng's body suddenly froze.
Who is he?
The confused Jin Moran, standing nearby, asked, "Haohao, who are you talking about?"
"Him!"
"Who is 'him'?"
"Someone who doesn't like me, someone who hates me!" Shang Haohao said with a choking voice and began to sob.
Jin Moran's expression darkened. "Is it the person you mentioned yesterday? You like him?"
"..." Shang Haohao nodded in a daze while leaning against Jin Moran, her tears soaking his shirt.
"Haohao, he doesn't like you, but I do. I've liked you for a long time—you just didn't know."
Jin Moran's gentle look carried a trace of sorrow.
"..."
Not knowing whether Shang Haohao was listening, Jin Moran continued his self-talk.
"People often say a woman should marry a man who loves her, not one she loves. Haohao, if you chose me, I would treat you better than he ever could."
