After Wen Wan left, Mo Siluo leaned against the edge of the table and pondered for a long time. In the end, his cool, thin lips curled into a playful smile. Thinking of escaping from the palm of his hand? Dream on!
Wen Wan thought it over at home for two days, and on the third day, she called Tang Huai.
"Doctor Tang, I'm sorry, but I feel... we are just not quite right for each other," Wen Wan finally mustered the courage after much contemplation in a café.
"How could you know if we're not suitable for each other if we haven't even started dating?" Tang Huai, as if he had anticipated her response, just smiled and countered.
"I... Anyway, it's just that I'm not good enough for you, and I don't want to use you," Wen Wan replied hesitantly.
