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"It's not important anymore. Qing Yue declined because she had to take care of her own mother, I can't really say she shouldn't do that, can I?"
"...Do you really think so?"
Lin Xingjie lowered his head as if in thought, seconds and then tens of seconds passed, and then—
"I have an idea, do you want to try it?"
His girlfriend raised her face, her smile looking a bit odd.
"What?"
"I think you should go see her again. This time, really invite her properly. Whether you're serious or casual, Qing Yue will definitely be able to tell. Also, remember to be a bit more assertive, otherwise she might not agree to go with you."
"Wait, I already know she's in a difficult situation, how can I—"
"So what if she's in a difficult situation? I'm telling you to go make things hard for her."
The long-haired girl raised her finger and forcefully poked his chest.
