"It seems all the insurmountable obstacles between Wen Nian and me were just my own groundless complaints."
Tang Xiaohua concluded, looking up at Lu Ziqing,
"Brother Lu, do you know how I feel now?"
"You... have started to hate me..."
"No, I won't."
Tang Xiaohua shook her head, "I only have gratitude for Brother Lu."
"..."
Lu Ziqing felt that these words... were hurtful, but perhaps for Tang Xiaohua, they were her true feelings.
No disgust, only gratitude, only gratitude, nothing else.
"After the President's guard duty is over, does our promise to come get you to return to Xilin still stand?"
Lu Ziqing did not know why he still asked that question, and as he spoke, he heard the sound of his own heart breaking.
Tang Xiaohua just looked at him, but did not speak...
Lu Ziqing smiled weakly.
Apart from smiling, what else could he use to cover his embarrassment and helplessness?
He was indeed a bit thick-skinned, but that did not mean he was truly foolish.
