But in these two days of life, she felt like she was living a mouse's life.
Yes, she was the mouse, and Leng Yan was the cat. A mouse shouldn't approach a cat, and a mouse that falls in love with a cat is even more pitiful.
Wanting to get close, yet afraid of being eaten; distancing herself, yet feeling miserable, it was truly a kind of torment.
Maybe, she needed to cut ties with him, even if it meant not being basic friends.
Xia Nuo was lost in thought the whole way, and when she reached the stairs, she was startled to suddenly see Leng Yan standing at the top.
Leng Yan, who had grown taller yet again, stood there looking at her, his pair of deep, dark eyes made it hard for people to look straight at him.
Clearly, he was still young, but had such complex eyes; it was hard to tell if he was mature beyond his years or if his mind was intricate.
