The night breeze swayed the honey locust tree behind him. The leaves fell down, just like Yao Xifeng's heart. He thought to himself that song ran was as heartless as ever.
He wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and looked at her with a burning gaze. you don't have to tell me what to do with my life. I'm free to do whatever I want.
Song ran stared at him in disbelief. are you alright? " I've clearly rejected your good intentions. Do you not understand what I'm saying? Yao Xifeng, be honest. You're only getting more and more stubborn because you can't get me, right?"
This question stumped Yao Xifeng. How was he supposed to answer? Why was he so persistent?
do you like me because I'm pretty? " song ran asked again. &Nbsp;
