"You really… don't hate me?" Pei Jiao seemed to want to confirm again if she had heard wrong.
There was no impatience on Wei Yu's face as he answered truthfully, "No."
Pei Jiao was very happy. She took the opportunity to ask him again, "Then do you like me?"
Wei Yu looked down at her and did not answer. Instead, he asked her, "What kind of like do you mean?"
Pei Jiao tightened her fingers and looked a little nervous. "The kind between a man and a woman."
Wei Yu shook his head. "No."
Hearing him say no without hesitation, the joy in Pei Jiao's eyes instantly disappeared. She did not seem to expect Wei Yu to tell her the answer directly instead of avoiding the question. "You don't like me at all?" She wasn't giving up.
Wei Yu said, "Maybe I have a good impression of you, but I don't like you."
"Good impressions aren't the same as liking," she said.
