Jiang Ming always believed that Qu Xingming was Lin Qingxin's salvation and her happiness for the rest of her life. Her parents also told her so, so when Lin Qingxin asked her if you like me, she said "I don't like you" against her will.
Lin Qingxin lowered her head, her hands hanging by her sides, her eyes filled with tears and her body trembling as she asked Jiang Ming, "Do you like me or not?"
Jiang Ming's eyes dimmed, "No, I don't like you."
"Okay, Jiang Ming, remember, it's you who said you don't like me!" Lin Qingxin said this with a trembling tone, then turned around and left neatly.
Jiang Ming's sitting body stiffened for a moment, and she wanted to get up and chase her, but in the end she buried her back into the soft sofa. The compartment became quiet again. After a long time, only low sobs were heard echoing in the small compartment.
Intention: he, he, he, a little torture in the middle