"Whether I will confess to Xing Jie or not," Xu Xiangyang answered solemnly, "the reason will never be because of you."
"I did worry that if Xing Jie and I got together, it might affect your state of mind, but that is a 'later' matter. As for the confession itself, I will only consider my own thoughts, as well as her feelings. I do not wish to be influenced by others in this matter, even if that person is you."
Hmm, was that too harsh? He had hesitated the moment before he spoke, but once the words were out, there was no taking them back.
Moreover, Xu Xiangyang truly thought this way, so he should answer honestly...
After all, it was she who said they should be honest with each other.
Zhu Qingyue fell silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt, plucked him straight up from the bed where he was immobile.
"—I'm angry."
The distance between them was so close, it was as if their eyelashes could touch; he heard the girl pronounce each word distinctly:
