"Xiao Yu, you..."
Shen Minghan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, the furrow between his brows deepening.
How could Han Luoli not understand his meaning, but this approach made him feel like a bone stuck in his throat, hard to find peace.
"I'll go figure it out."
Coldly throwing out these words, Han Luoli left.
Bai Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, looking at his heavily bandaged left arm, his gaze uncertain and forlorn.
From now on, he probably won't be able to protect her anymore.
Shen Minghan sighed heavily, Xiao Yu's solitary love ran too deep, and was too challenging.
"Do you really intend not to tell her? Not even about liking her?"
Bai Xiaoyu remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a bitter smile, somewhat nonchalantly. "Anyway, she can't give me any response, so why add more trouble for her?"
"Ha, you do let go easily."
"Let go easily, can't let go..."
