He didn't know if she was sympathetic or—if she liked him.
Su Xiaolu's tolerance actually made him vaguely feel that the unfair balance was leaning towards him.
This was not the first time he had such thoughts. Zhou Zhi thought absent-mindedly.
He was sixteen years old. He could not help but ask himself why he had approached Su Xiaolu so many times.
Did he want to snatch everything that belonged to Zhou Heng? Or was it something else?
Zhou Zhi did not dare to think too much about it. So what if he really liked her? Su Xiaolu was healthy and lively. How could she like a disabled person like him?
Zhou Zhi pinched his nose and his mood visibly decreased. His eyes were gloomy.
After a long time, he smiled coldly and whispered, "I'm already so dirty. So what if I'm a little nasty?"
As long as she didn't know for the rest of her life.
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