Gong Beiyao furrowed his brows, "Sheng Qianxia."
He wanted to tell her that he had indeed lit a cigarette just now, but he hadn't taken a single puff; he just couldn't resist the urge to light it up, just to see if she'd care... But ultimately, he gave up, extinguished the cigarette, and went to buy her a band-aid. There was no need for her to cry like this.
However, before he could speak...
She said, "Stop bothering about me; we should keep our distance. Stop caring about me; you are already Qingxue's boyfriend. If she sees this, she might misunderstand..."
Coldness flashed in Gong Beiyao's eyes, "Is that what you wanted to say?"
"...Yes." Sheng Qianxia's lips trembled as she spoke a single word.
"Say that you like me, say that you've regretted, say that you want to come back to me, then perhaps I would consider continuing our relationship." His grip on her wrist tightened increasingly.
