When Xia Youran was fourteen, she got into trouble because of her vanity. The sense of comparison born of her inferiority complex at a young age forced her, who claimed to be sober, to squeeze into a circle with which she should have had no connection. However, a flower stuck in a quagmire could not calmly embrace the clean moonlight.
The young man put down his pride and said in a hoarse voice: "You provoked me first, why did you leave so easily?"
Xia Youran met a pair of deep and pure eyes. His eyes were very quiet, but with a rare seriousness.
Her long eyelashes drooped, and she suddenly choked on the words in her mouth. The three seconds of hesitation meant that she couldn't forget her original promise. She had allowed herself to indulge in it for so long that she had almost forgotten those humid, cramped, dark, and dark days. What's more, the boy in front of her left no trace in her heart.
The girl's beautiful almond-shaped eyes looked directly at him, and her calm tone crushed his expectations: "Xu Xunqian, my purpose of approaching you was not pure from the beginning. I am no different from the girls you have been in contact with before."
"It's not that you like me, it's just that my indifference makes you want to conquer me."
"Really," he smiled sadly, his eyes turned red, and he turned his head to avoid her sight, "I thought we could live together forever."
Intention: Face yourself directly