All Mu Xiangwan can think of now is how good Han Wenxuan is. She dismisses the suggestion with a shake of her head, "I don't think he's that kind of guy. Besides, I'm always the one who asks him out. He has never taken the initiative to do anything with me..."
"Ah..." Li An'an shakes her head, "You're completely smitten with him now－－you can't take in anything that others say."
Mu Xiangwan doesn't argue. She sighs and shrugs, "Maybe..."
The two are silent for a while, sitting in the milk tea shop with the air conditioning blowing, blankly staring at the occasional passers-by on the main road outside.
Reflecting on the fact that it's been some days since she last saw Han Wenxuan, Mu Xiangwan sips her cold drink, subconsciously wondering what Han Wenxuan is doing now...
But before she can picture his face, her phone sitting on the table buzzes, startling her.
