Zhou Mingchen looked at her, his brows slightly furrowed. If Lin Xilin had said this to him a few years ago, his heart would surely have been touched, but now things are different.
"You know I'm not used to sharing my thoughts with others." He withdrew his hand, speaking somewhat coldly.
Lin Xilin's face showed a hint of disappointment, but she quickly composed herself and smiled again. "We've been friends for so many years, I naturally understand your personality. You are someone who likes to keep everything inside and refuse to tell others." She curled her lips, "You don't want to burden others, but actually, the person who ends up most tired is yourself."
"No, you misunderstood." Zhou Mingchen looked at her, "I don't talk to others not because I'm afraid of burdening them, but because talking won't help the situation itself, so why bother?"
Lin Xilin blinked her eyes, resting her chin on her hands, "Why don't you tell me, maybe I can help?"
