Han Luoli's gaze lingered on that delicate silhouette, unable to look away until the corridor was empty. The yearning in his eyes still did not dissipate for a long time.
Shen Minghan's words echoed in his ears, yet his feet felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"She, she didn't admit she liked me," Han Luoli's voice was low, somewhat hoarse and deep.
Shen Minghan placed one hand inside his white coat, walked up to Han Luoli's side, and gave his shoulder a pat, offering the comfort only a fellow man could provide.
"You saw it too, she's very nervous about you. If that's not liking, what is it?"
"Then, do you think she will forgive me?" On her birthday, he had missed their date, and he had let her get soaked and fall ill in the heavy rain. Hearing Shen Minghan's retelling, his heart felt as if it was being severely clenched, the pain was unbearable.
Han Luoli suddenly chuckled bitterly, murmuring in self-mockery, "I can't believe I am hesitating over something like this."
