Hanging up the phone, Si Limo watched the numbers on the elevator rise and fall.
She had just left, yet his heart was already thinking of her again.
She was clearly not the type of girl he imagined he would like. He thought he would truly fall for a girl who was well-read, sensible, and sweetly gentle.
Qiao Xiaren was nothing like gentle and sweet, yet being close to her, he still fell for her without hesitation.
She was different from other girls, probably because she had endured too much suffering and wouldn't easily accept others. Similarly, his approach couldn't be too forceful.
Xiaren's temper was too fiery, and he was truly afraid of hurting her.
Si Limo gave a wry smile. For the first time, he didn't know how to deal with someone.
If she were willing to love him, accept him, he would definitely spend the rest of his life loving her, letting her laugh or cry as she wished, instead of being numb, with only confusion in her eyes.
He felt deeply pained.
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