Just like that. With a smile. Like he was nothing.
He stared at her, stunned. Her words slammed into his chest like a punch.
"I do," he finally said, voice low but shaking. "I care."
Lin Yujiao tilted her head, still smiling, but her tone turned sharper. "Then maybe you should've cared earlier, Senior Yu."
"I did—"
"You didn't," she cut in.
"You ignored him. Treated him like a side note. And now, suddenly, you want to play the part of a heartbroken lover? That's not how it works."
Yu Sicong looked down, his jaw clenched.
She wasn't wrong. He had ignored Fu Jian. Not just once. Many times. He'd chosen pride, image, and fear over him again and again. But still—
His hand tightened around Fu Jian's sleeve.
"I know I was wrong," he said. "But I'm not asking for a second chance from you."
His eyes lifted to meet hers, steady despite the shame in them.
"I'm asking Fu Jian. Only him."
Lin Yujiao blinked, caught off guard for a moment.
