"You don't need to comfort me. I have self-awareness." Zhu Huahua smiled bitterly, withdrew her gaze, and quietly looked into the distance.
"Huahua, what's wrong?"
Su Ge always felt that this time meeting her, she seemed much more melancholy.
Not as lively and cheerful as before.
"It's nothing." Zhu Huahua lowered her head, took a sip of milk tea, then held the milk tea cup with both hands and placed it on her knees, "It's just that I feel a bit emotionally exhausted."
"Because of Zhou Zishen?"
Su Ge frowned.
"It's not entirely because of him." Zhu Huahua suddenly looked up at the cloudless sky, "It's just that I feel I can't live the way I used to anymore."
"What do you mean?"
Su Ge didn't understand her words.
"Even though I'm not as perfect as you and Zhenzhen, I think I should also be someone worthy of love. Even if I'm not dazzling, I have always believed in love and bravely pursued love. I think the god of love should take extra care of me, but why..."
