"Wait, let me finish this."
Tilting her head upwards, Qiao Anhao downed the entire glass.
Passing the glass to Lu Jinnian, she seemed to have forgotten what she’d said. She turned to him and said hurriedly, "I’ll sleep now, I’m tired. We can talk tomorrow."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and ran up the stairs.
Lu Jinnian held onto the glass, his lips curled upwards as he gazed at the tiny figure running up.
He knew… She was afraid that he was going to say something she didn’t want to hear, and running away was her solution.
So… Qiao Qiao, does that mean that you actually care about me?
Lu Jinnian fiddled with the glass, leaning against the staircase, staring up at the ceiling lamp. At that moment, he could feel a heaviness that clouded his heart start to fade bit by bit.
