Seeing her in that state, Bai Jing was shocked.
In her eyes, Su Yue had a weird personality. She seemed to be heartless. If something made her unhappy, she would forget about it the next instant.
She went back and sat on Su Yue's bed. "What's wrong?"
"I hate Uncle Ming's fiancée. I hate that he treats her so well," Su Yue explained. She pressed her lips together, seemingly troubled.
Bai Jing sized her up and probed, "Su Yue, do you like him?"
It startled Su Yue. "R—Really?"
Her mind started to flood with memories of the times she spent with Ming Ansheng. She began to feel guilty.
"I think you've started to like him. Why else would you feel this way?" Bai Jing told her in a serious tone of voice.
Su Yue covered her knees with the blanket and rested her chin on her knees. She frowned and pursed her lips, saying, "But I still dare to look at him."
