Si Limo's body suddenly stiffened: "Didn't you reject it?"
He had seen the flowers being thrown into the trash can, not yet covered by other garbage, as if hiding something. Seeing the flower being tossed, he genuinely felt a piercing pain in his heart.
"When did I reject you?"
Qiao Xiaren was both angry and amused. She hadn't even had time to react, and Si Limo had already assumed she rejected him?
Si Limo frowned and described everything that happened that day in detail.
"You said you saw me kissing Ye Mohan?" Qiao Xiaren's heart skipped a beat, realizing the situation wasn't simple. How could it be such a coincidence that he saw them kissing?
Si Limo nodded, looking at her: "You even threw the roses I gave you into the trash and tore the letter."
"Nonsense, I clearly kept your flowers and letter, and they're still in my little apartment," Qiao Xiaren raised her eyebrows slightly, refuting him, "When did I ever throw away your flowers?"
