"And what makes you so sure I can't? You haven't even given me a chance."
Qi Jianyi bit her lip, choosing silence over words. Slowly, she pushed herself upright, sitting on the hospital bed. Adjusting her posture, she leaned back against the wall, her hands resting on the blanket draped over her legs.
For a moment, she felt at a loss. She didn't know how to respond to him, not when his presence had a way of leaving her feeling cornered.
Qi Jianyi had long recognized that being with Song Chengfeng made her feel stuck in a strange limbo—trapped between honesty and the desire to shield herself.
She could have lied to him, but for some inexplicable reason, she didn't want to.
So, she remained silent.
"If it were as easy as you think…" she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the stillness of the room.
Song Chengfeng studied her intently, his sharp eyes catching the faint shadow of sadness etched into her expression.
