Lin Da was indeed looked down upon then, but Lia had never thought of abandoning him.
She just assumed that, as usual, if she pressured Lin Da a bit, he would abandon his complex strategy and recklessly join her in advancing to the ninth level.
That morning, however, she wasn't able to wait for him.
At that time, Lia was already regretting it, but couldn't lower her face to apologize to Lin Da.
Even though it was late now, she still wanted to tell Lin Da her true thoughts.
Lin Da paused with his needlework, silent for a long time.
"I know all this."
"You know?!"
"After working together for three years, I would certainly be able to see a person's character."
Lin Da's hand gently rested on Lia's head.
Some things, objectively, can be understood, but subjectively are hard to accept.
Lia said nothing; tiny pearls fell from her eyes, and in the dimly lit restroom, they dropped to the floor one by one.
