Faced with Murong Qiao's many questions, An Nuo's usual smooth thoughts were stuck.
"He runs between the school and his part-time job every day, so he's under a lot of pressure. He probably doesn't want tobe in a relationship either."
She didn't seem to realize that she was finding an excuse for Qing Chuan.
An Nuo tried to say something else. "Moreover, earning money is one thing. Perhaps he doesn't have any feelings for those people?"
They were all weak words.
Murong Qiao only looked at An Nuo quietly and listened to her say those excuses that could easily be torn apart. She only spoke after An Nuo finished speaking.
"You're leaning against a fire. Don't you feel anything?" she asked.
These words were like a basin of cold water poured on An Nuo's head, making her originally lively and fervent thoughts suddenly clear up.
An Nuo and Murong Qiao's concerned gazes met and they nodded gently.
"I get it."
