"Can I choose not to answer?" Mo Shaoyun turned her head away, shying away from his gaze.
Zhang Xian said, "Give me a reason."
"I just don't want to answer." Mo Shaoyun blatantly refused.
Being a woman with no love experience and with traditional values, this kind of question was hard for her to utter. Even if she did have such thoughts, she would never voice them.
In her opinion, it would be fine if Zhang Xian had some sort of awareness of the situation and put his thoughts into action. But he should never ask about it.
"Why is that?" Zhang Xian asked, his face full of bitterness.
Seeing Mo Shaoyun's sudden change of attitude, he thought his spring had arrived.
However, before he had time to celebrate, Mo Shaoyun doused his nascent flame of hope with a bucket of cold water, extinguishing it completely.
"No reason." Mo Shaoyun said.
