She spoke so calmly that a gentle word pushed Xie Xiao's guilt to its peak.
He reached out to embrace Luo Yanran. "I'm sorry..."
Luo Yanran was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and hugged him back. Their heartbeats pressed together, "Sorry for what? There must be plenty of girls who like you; can you even cover all your apologies?"
She kissed his cheek tenderly, "I can only be one of the luckier ones in unrequited love; you have nothing to be sorry for."
Luo Yanran had always clearly known that liking Xie Xiao was her own affair.
She liked Xie Xiao, had a crush on Xie Xiao, but he didn't know.
Even if people around her blamed Xie Xiao, Luo Yanran felt it was unfair.
He was excellent and dazzling; wasn't it normal for him to be liked?
But there was only one Xie Xiao, and so many people liked him. He couldn't possibly respond to everyone, could he?
So she never blamed Xie Xiao, even if sometimes she felt truly sad, she would adjust her feelings on her own.
