Lin Qingqian wanted to go to the washroom. She held onto the wall and only took a few steps before she heard the sound of crying.
Curiosity drove her to turn around and look…
Under the orange light, a girl in a white sweater held Jiang Yunshen's hand and said with tears in her eyes, "I know that my identity is not worthy of you, and I know that you look down on me. I don't mean anything else. I just… I just can't help but want to tell you… that I like you."
Jiang Yunshen stood rooted to the ground as if someone had hit his acupoints. He straightened his neck and said, "I-I'm not looking down on you. Can you let go of me first?"
The more he said that, the tighter the girl grabbed his hand. She choked and said, "Second Young Master, I really like you…"
"But I don't like you!" Jiang Yunshen was about to break down. He didn't dare to move his arm that was held by the girl.
