"Eat," Su Chaoyang said curtly, striding in to put the food on the small table next to her bed.
Mu Xiangwan was sulking on the bed, her eyes red and puffy. It was obvious she had been crying a while ago.
Su Chaoyang took a seat on the chair by her bed, watching her for a moment before asking abruptly, "Do you really like that person that much?"
Hearing him speak irritated Mu Xiangwan. Upon hearing his words, she remained silent, turning her head away.
Su Chaoyang sighed, and in his deep, magnetic voice said slowly, "If there is someone, who adores you just as much as you like him... would you consider him?"
The girl's heart skipped a beat. She didn't turn her head back, but ripples of emotion had surged in her heart.
Did he mean to say that someone adores her just like she adores Han Wenxuan?
Who could it be? Who liked her so much? How did she not know about it?
Could it be... was he talking about himself?
