Wen Mulan stared blankly at Lu Mianmian, the light in his eyes slowly dimming.
"Do I not have even a slight chance?" After a long while, he murmured this question.
"No, not liking someone means not liking them, and I don't want to like you," she answered like that.
He slowly lowered his head, his fingers still carefully massaging her ankle, and it took a while before he said, "I understand. I will... stop bothering you."
At this moment, Lu Mianmian felt as if her heart was being torn apart by a kind of ripping pain!
As night fell, Lu Mianmian looked at the empty apartment.
Wen Mulan had finally left, and wouldn't come again, nor would she have to worry about her heart gradually succumbing to him during their interactions.
Perhaps she would never meet another man who was as good to her as Wen Mulan in this lifetime.
Would she regret today's decision one day in the future? Regret pushing away a man who had been so good to her, who loved her so deeply?
