Mu Yanxi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Tears welled up in Cheng Zijin's eyes, blurring her vision.
She forcefully pushed away his body, freeing herself from the confinement he'd built with his hands—
Yet, her body trembled slightly, with a coldness even unfamiliar to herself.
She protested unwillingly: "Who says just because I like you I must always like you? Who says just because I like you I can't like anyone else? You never acknowledged who I am to you, so why do you call me fickle!? I've liked you for ten years, chased after you for ten years, and all I get is being called fickle?"
The tears finally couldn't be held back and fell from her eyes.
Mu Yanxi hadn't expected his impulsiveness to lead to her tears.
He reached out to wipe away her tears, but she pushed his hand away, feeling wronged.
He reached out again, directly pressing down on her shoulder blades, forcibly pulling her into his embrace.
Cheng Zijin struggled angrily.
Yet, he held her tightly.
