Tang Siwen probably thought the same.
But, that wasn't the case.
[After all, she's lucky enough to be so close to you]
[Let me have this first place]
"..."
Watching Tang Siwen's long black hair fluttering in the slight chill of the breeze, Chen Yuan felt a sentiment best described as a "knife to the heart."
He even suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
But Damn, could this really be blamed on me?
If you have super powers and see a classmate in trouble or a friend in need of help, can you just ignore it?
Do I really have to be like a bound-footed old lady, never stepping outside my doors?
In conclusion, I am not responsible.
Moreover, Tang Siwen's current state could hardly be considered sad.
Helping her out of a tough spot and lending a hand when she was upset—Chen Yuan had no regrets.
As for being liked by her,
That was, my honor.
See you later, Siwen.
Then, I need to find a way to give Shen Xiaoran a good thrashing.
