Zhuang Xinyan heard the question but didn't answer it and instead looked at An Wenxing.
An Wenxing said, "I think he must feel that you're tougher. Not like me, I'm not as tough as you."
When An Wenxing said this, he was very serious, and there was no sign that he was joking.
But the more he was like that, the more it pulled at the heartstrings.
Because the truth was more frightening, Chu Feng would rather he told some lies. For example, he could say that he found himself more handsome, or thought of himself more like a ladies' man, that kind of stuff. Isn't that what someone good at conversation should say?
Zhuang Xinyan looked at An Wenxing and laughed, "So it turns out the person who understands me best is still you."
Zhuang Xinyan's words hurt Chu Feng even more; it was a divine blow.
Chu Feng said irritably, "The two of you not being together really is a waste."
Both of them shook their heads and said, "We couldn't possibly be together."
Chu Feng asked, "Why not?"
