"I used to think you always disliked me, even hated me, which held me back every time I thought about contacting you," Jiang Xiaobai still held Su Yulin's face, such a beautiful visage that seemingly only needed her to smile for the whole world to be bathed in sunshine.
Su Yulin pouted, sobbing and sniffling, "I did dislike you; I did hate you, but what of it! I feel these emotions because you're in my heart. I've been waiting for you to look for me, waiting for you to contact me, but I waited in vain. I thought you had forgotten me."
"Oh, you should have told me sooner!" Jiang Xiaobai stamped his foot, a bit regretful. He despised himself for his hesitation and indecision in this matter—him, a man whose thick-skinned nature rivaled a city wall.
"A woman's thoughts are supposed to be guessed by men!" Su Yufei said, "If I told you everything, what sort of person would that make me? I can't do that."
Deep down, she was still a woman of traditional reserve.
"Slap!"
