When Luo Jin spoke about love, Mu Qingqing disagreed with him. She shook her head slightly, her face full of indifference. "I don't think so."
Curious, Luo Jin asked, "Why? Is it because you don't believe in love anymore?"
Mu Qingqing shook her head and clarified her thoughts. "I believe in love; after all, I have seen people falling in love and being together for the rest of their lives. But I don't think it's for me anymore. I don't believe that someone can make me fall in love with them."
Luo Jin was surprised by Mu Qingqing's response. He had always seen her as a confident and bold woman, and he didn't like seeing her discouraged look. He liked her to be bold, to make moves, and to get everything she wanted. He didn't want her to limit herself just because one person broke her heart.
"Qingqing, I think you shouldn't hold yourself back just because a scumbag broke your heart," he sighed. "Maybe the next person will be a good man."
