Lu Mianmian looked at the man before her, who now seemed to have been yanked from his lofty perch in the clouds and plummeted into the dust.
"I don't like you, have you forgotten what I said? I just want a healthy boyfriend, I don't want to walk down the street with my boyfriend in the future and suffer the strange glances of others," she felt compelled to reiterate the excuse she used before.
Looking at Wen Mulan's pale face, his slightly trembling lips, and his eyes gradually losing their luster, Lu Mianmian felt her own heart ache as well.
"Do you really mind... my leg's disability that much? Other than having a limp when I walk, there's no difference between me and a normal healthy person," he argued.
"A limp is a limp. In any case, it's impossible between you and me!" she said.
