"I don't accept that reason." Wen Wan picked up the coffee cup, her hand trembling slightly.
"Wanwan..."
"We're already together. To make me leave him, you need to give me a reason I must let go." Wen Wan took a sip of coffee, feigning calm as she replied.
"You, you're together? When did this happen?" Yang Xiaoxiao was visibly agitated.
"On Qixi Festival, he confessed his feelings to me," Wen Wan replied coldly, "Xiaoxiao, whatever conflicts you had before, they have nothing to do with me, right? I really like him, so I'm not going to let go. If there's nothing else, I think I'm going to leave now."
As Wen Wan was about to stand up, she was stopped by Yang Xiaoxiao calling out, "Wanwan!"
"He... likes men!"
Wen Wan's dark eyes widened suddenly, staring incredulously at her friend.
Yang Xiaoxiao gave a bitter smile, starting to lie to prevent her friend from getting hurt again.
"How is that possible? You're joking, right?" Wen Wan struggled to accept it.
