Three days had passed.
The chat box for Lu Ye remained empty.
Lin Wu wanted to send him something, had typed out a long string of text, but then deleted it, and finally tossed her phone aside.
In her previous life, she had been absorbed in her experiments and had never been in love.
Naturally, she wasn't clear about what kind of emotion this was.
All she knew was that she couldn't afford to be idle now; the moment she stopped working, Lu Ye's image would unconsciously flash before her eyes.
On the other side.
Lu Lingli was carrying a bowl of noodles to Lu Ye's bedroom.
"Eat something," she said.
"Just put it there," replied Lu Ye, who was sitting at his desk, his thin lips barely parted, almost expressionless.
Lu Lingli glanced at the noodles that had cooled down on the table, sighed with some helplessness, "Lu Da the Bluffer, is it just because of a failed confession? What's the big deal! Just confess again! A true man rises where he falls, how can you be so disheartened?"
