But he rarely interrupted her words.
"I know what you want to say." Yin Qianze's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and he smiled helplessly, "If possible, please don't cruelly say those words out loud."
"But…"
Yin Qianze spoke softly, "I don't want to pressure you, but… please don't take away my right to be kind to you either."
"I'm sorry."
Those simple three words had already expressed her meaning.
In fact, the reason she chose to get into his car was to use this opportunity to convey her feelings.
This was clearly the expected outcome.
But Yin Qianze's heart still hurt intensely.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes veiled in gloom.
To like someone—how could a mere "I'm sorry" bring it to an end so easily?
If he still doesn't give up.
If he tries just a little harder.
Then, would Xiyan fall for him?
*——*——*
At school, during lunch break.
The cafeteria was witnessing quite a scene—
