"Yes, just normal friends, normal friends…" Song Qingchun seemed to be clinging on to the only ray of light in a world of darkness, and she repeated it multiple times before turning to ask Su Zhinian with anticipation and pleading, "Okay?"
"What do you think?" The words that came out of Su Zhinian's mouth were exceptionally calm. Just four words, they were delivered without hatred or passion, but they still made Song Qingchun bite her lower lip harder until she could taste blood in her mouth.
Through her hand on his shirt, Su Zhinian could read the sadness in her heart, but he forced himself to continue. "You know I have always been averse to female attention and pursuers, and you have also seen how I've rejected them… so please don't make this harder on both of us than it already is."
Song Qingchun's hand that was pulling on Su Zhinian's sleeve became weaker and weaker, and her eyes that looked at him started to waver as she slowly lowered her head.
