So, he still smiled at her, talked to her, and even accepted her invitation to meet.
However, the feelings between people are truly subtle.
Sometimes, without saying a word, without uttering a sentence, whether the other person likes you or hates you, a glance, a movement, even a breath, can be felt.
Xia Xiaonuan's hand on the table slowly moved beneath it.
Her hands tightly grasped the hem of her clothes, each fingertip trembling.
"I... I..." Xia Xiaonuan wanted to speak, but realized her throat was already choked with emotion.
Shaochen looked at her, taking a faint breath.
A complex and reluctant look flashed in his eyes.
Yet he still spoke coldly, "If you have nothing else, I'll be leaving now. Also, please don't come looking for me in the future unless there's something special."
As he spoke, Shaochen pulled out two pink slips of paper and pressed them under the teacup.
