But now that they frequently spent time together, she had never met a man like him—haughty and seemingly unreachable. So, beyond clinging tenaciously, she found no better way to interact with him.
Sometimes, she really felt that he disliked her.
Yet at other times, she thought if he really disliked her, why would he let her treat him as a teacher? And why would he help her seize that opportunity?
Ling Momo thought that she might never have truly understood Li Qingshen.
Or perhaps it was that Li Qingshen had never let anyone understand him.
Ling Momo sighed, hugging herself as she continued to wait impatiently for a taxi.
The car window reflected the girl's lonely figure.
Li Qingshen's drove faster and faster.
Only when her figure had completely disappeared did he slowly relax his brows and eyes.
Yet his expression was still ugly, his brows furrowed and his jaw tightly clenched.
