In the howling wind, Zhou Lin watched her unsteady silhouette. She slipped, stumbled, and fell down the steps, sliding down a few more.
"Cheng Zhiwei."
Zhou Lin's brow furrowed deeply as he briskly stepped forward to help her up, grabbing her palm which had already started bleeding.
Cheng Zhiwei pushed him away, gritting her teeth as she got up, "Leave me alone."
"He will never understand your feelings for him, and this self-harm won't make him fall for you," Zhou Lin tried to hurt her with the coldest words he could muster.
But the Cheng Zhiwei at that moment was not the one Zhou Lin had wounded deeply; she was still the person filled with countless dreams about future love, wholeheartedly giving her heart to the person she cared about.
She couldn't take any advice, feeling only the need to do something to help Zhou Lin.
Whether Zhou Lin would appreciate her, or reciprocate her feelings because of her actions, was not even within her considerations then.
