Sheng Xian: "......"
Sheng Xian felt his mind wasn't filled with many thoughts, just that everything that happened seemed very sudden.
He was a bit slow to react.
The way the little girl held up her hand in drunken frustration that night, asking him to take responsibility, was both amusing and heart-wrenching to him.
He had never pursued a girl before, and she was the first, compounded by the disease he bore, he was even more cautious about making a move.
He had felt slight discomfort around her just once or twice a long time ago, but it had never occurred again since then.
Even so, he had waited and waited before he started to make a move.
He had never thought about approaching a girl before, this was the first time, and every step he took was extremely cautious, fearing that he might hurt her inadvertently.
