"I'm begging you. You can tell me now."
Su Qingsang had "begged," but Huo Jinyao shook his head. "Not sincere enough. I won't say anything."
"Huo Jinyao."
"See, that doesn't sound like begging." While speaking, he turned to get a hairdryer.
"Tell me or not, whatever. Do you think I really don't know?" Su Qingsang's little temper flared up. "It's not like my dad came here to tell her he would get divorced and marry her. So there is only one reason why she could be so sad."
"What's that?"
"Me."
Su Qingsang went silent after saying it. Huo Jinyao could not see her like this, so he put the hairdryer in her hand and said, "Help me dry my hair."
Su Qingsang looked into his eyes, knowing that he understood her. She stood up, took Huo Jinyao in front of the dressing table, plugged in the hair dryer, and began to dry his hair.
