Jiaojiao's words were laced with deeper meaning: just like the jacket that got wet and dirty should be discarded, so too should unfulfilled love.
Lu Zishu was no fool; how could he not understand?
However, years of affection and years of persistence were not so easily abandoned. Despite a big hole in his heart, he didn't want to give up until he heard a clear answer from Xin Miao.
He stood there, stunned. Though he was over six feet tall, his desolate silhouette made Jiaojiao feel uncomfortable. Seeing him motionless, she reached out to pull him and her tone softened, even hinting at coaxing, "Brother Zishu, let's go back. It's too cold outside, you'll catch a cold, and Aunt will be worried..."
But before she finished speaking, Zishu forcefully pushed her away, shouting angrily, "Jiaojiao, can you mind your own business!"
Duan Xi, standing behind them, turned cold at the tone, lifting his leg in readiness to act, but Jiaojiao quickly stopped him.
