She pursed her lips, feeling a strange pain slowly creeping up, gathering bit by bit at the tip of her heart.
She thought that she didn’t have deep feelings for Gu Junhang, and that it would be easy for her to sever this moryless bond between them.
But seeing Gu Junhang’s desolate and bitter appearance, her heart surprisingly swelled with that strange pain.
She even felt cruel towards Gu Junhang.
She pursed her lips, forcing herself to harden her heart and apologized in a muted voice:
"I’m sorry, Senior Gu."
She still called him "Senior," marking her position in their relationship.
As she looked at his forced calm expression, she could see a faint smile drawn at the corner of his mouth, saying:
"I don’t rember how much we loved each other in the past, that mory is unfamiliar to , and I can’t empathize."
She saw the fleeting dimness in Gu Junhang’s eyes, and the grip on the wheelchair’s handrail unconsciously tightened.
But she still gritted her teeth and persisted—
"For now, I have no feelings for you... let alone to the point of marrying you."
She felt she was being cruel enough. Her iron-hearted words even seed a bit irresponsible for their past feelings. She thought Gu Junhang would be so angry that he would storm out.
If so, she would feel sowhat relieved, and perhaps they could completely part ways from this point on.
Her insignificant admiration would also end today.
However, after she said that, expecting Gu Junhang to slam the door and leave, he just helplessly pulled a pale smile and said to her, nodding his head, "Hmm, I understand what you an."
Xia Yumo looked at him, waiting for him to say that he would leave and never see her again, and they would no longer have any connections.
But he didn’t; after saying that, he just gazed at her with a gentle smile, and a few seconds later, he continued:
"I know you don’t have feelings for now, but you don’t hate , right?"
Xia Yumo did not know why Gu Junhang asked this; she hesitated for a mont, then nodded honestly.
Of course she didn’t hate him. He was her idol, the male god she secretly adored in the past.
It’s just that this crush wasn’t that intense.
So, how could she say "hate" to her own secretly admired male god?
She saw Gu Junhang’s eyebrows and eyes relax a bit.
His next words almost made her fall off the wheelchair.
"So from now on, can I pursue you?"
Xia Yumo looked dumbfoundedly at the gentle smile in Gu Junhang’s eyes, but his words of pursuing her did not seem false.
Xuxu said she pursued Gu Junhang in the past, and Xuxu wouldn’t lie to her.
She just couldn’t understand why, with the sa situation as nine years ago, she wasn’t motivated to pursue Gu Junhang now. Even when he proposed this request, her first reaction was to refuse.
Why did she have to be determined to pursue him nine years ago?
Her hand, held by Gu Junhang, felt the warmth of his palm. She just realized how cold her fingertips were. She...even felt greedy for the warmth of his palm.
But that greed was still buried by rationality.
She quietly pulled her hand away from Gu Junhang’s palm, only to hear him say:
"Can I pursue you? Mo Mo?"
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