"...I have a method, Xiangyang. A once and for all solution. My need for control, my irresistible urge to hurt myself, even my jealousy, can all be resolved in one fell swoop with this method, at least without affecting others."
"Really?"
"Yes. But, I need your help."
"Whatever you ask me to do..."
Before he could finish, Zhu Qingyue glared at him fiercely as she turned her head.
"Have you forgotten so soon about refusing me?"
"..."
Xu Xiangyang was once again at a loss for words.
"I'm very unwilling."
She turned her face back again.
"Is a boy who's not even willing to reject other girls' confessions for my sake really reliable? I feel like I've suddenly become very insignificant."
From this angle, one could see the girl unconsciously pressing her lips tightly together, looking rather displeased.
Xu Xiangyang seemed to realize something. This time, he didn't try to convince her, but carefully observed her expression.
