Cheng Youran said, "As long as you can convince your own heart, that's enough. Su Xiaolu, in this world, it's easy to deceive others, but it's hardest to deceive your own heart."
Su Lu couldn't find the words for a moment, she fell silent for a few seconds, her gaze firmed up a bit, then slowly shook her head, "I'm not being soft-hearted."
Cheng Youran had no intention of pressing her further, so he nodded, "Yeah, as long as you're clear in your own heart, that's what matters."
The two were silent for a while.
Cheng Youran finished his cocoa in the cup, finding it tasted good, and asked her, "Hey, where did you get the cocoa just now? I'm going to make another cup."
Su Lu frowned and said, "Isn't that bad? Don't drink anymore, it's expired. How about I order you a milk tea?"
Cheng Youran waved his hand, "No worries, a little dirt never killed anyone, it tastes perfectly normal. Order something tasty to comfort me."
