I have been chasing my senior sister for three years, but she has always been lukewarm.
Until I decided to give up, she broke into my room late at night and asked me with red eyes:
"Didn't you say you like me the most? Why don't you want me anymore?"
My name is A Zhao, and the whole sect knows that I like my senior sister.
My senior sister is a proud girl born in a cold world, and I am a shameless and straight-up junior sister.
After pursuing her for three years, I was rejected more times than I could count.
Finally, I was tired.
I began to distance myself from her, no longer gave her homemade pastries, and no longer waited at the sword practice field for her to pass by.
I thought she would be relieved.
Until one rainy night, she knocked on my door, soaked to the skin, with a look of panic I had never seen before.
"Why didn't you come to me?"
"Who is the person who gave you flowers?"
I was stunned.
But she suddenly took a step forward and pressed me against the door panel, her voice trembling:
"You've been chasing me for three years, and it's my turn to chase you."
"But you didn't even give me a chance. Isn't it too much?"
Intention: Whatever you do, you have to do it before you know the result.