The room was void of any scent of disinfectant or medication; instead, a subtle, dry and fresh fragrance lingered.
Si Ye held her with one arm, allowing her to lean on him, while his chin rested on the top of her head.
"Chen Zhi, I'm not mocking you for falling for me. So, you don't need to run away," he said.
The body in his arms stiffened slightly, and he continued, "Whether you like me is your own business, and I won't interfere much. However, I will never like you, do you understand?"
Instead of continuing to stiffen, Chen Zhi's body relaxed.
But a trace of dimness flickered in her eyes.
"I know, and I hope you don't fall for me either."
Because she would strive to rid herself of any feelings for him, so she didn't want him to develop feelings for her either.
Otherwise, what would she do if he did fall for her and refused to let go when she no longer liked him?
Therefore, it was best for neither of them to harbor feelings for the other.
