Milk Tea Shop, second floor.
Sitting by the window, a twist of the head offered a view of the newly built, grandiose library.
Xu Siyi, with her head lowered, was pinching the straw and mindlessly stirring the half-cup of cappuccino that remained.
"Jiang Chen, I think you should give up, Shu Rui is too difficult for you."
The youth sitting opposite her was indifferent, as persistent and straightforward as ever.
"You promised me you would help me."
"I will help you, but..."
Xu Siyi hesitated, stopped stirring her coffee, lifted her head, and revealed a bitter smile.
"I've done everything I could. You don't know how many good words I've said about you in front of Shu Rui, but they were all ineffective. So... you should give up."
He who receives a benefactor's kindness is expected to return it.
That bracelet was still on her wrist.
She naturally couldn't just turn her back on him.
It wasn't a matter of conscience.
