"You're just hurt in the lung, not the brain." Gu Jiajia turned around and looked at Zhong Xing with a mischievous smile.
Zhong Xing looked earnestly into Gu Jiajia's eyes: "Do you like him?"
"Such a silly question, and you're actually asking it out loud?" Gu Jiajia raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhong Xing with amusement.
The childhood friend she grew up with, she didn't like him. How could she like a mixed-race guy?
If she married him, should she follow him to live in Y Country with Yijun?
Gu Jiajia was unwilling to leave here, to leave Tang Huai, to leave her family.
Even returning to the county wasn't easy now; if she went to Y Country, when would she see Tang Huai and them again?
Zhong Xing curled his lips into a smile: "I hope it's me being foolish." Then, he looked deeply at Gu Jiajia: "Jiajia, if you ever want to date, do think of me, okay?"
