Although the expression on Fang Min's face couldn't be seen beneath the mask, Tangyu could feel it—it must be a bitter smile, or perhaps tinged with a hint of faint sadness.
Drinking up the wine in her glass in one gulp, Fang Min put down the glass and said, "Actually, I don't know if he likes me. It feels like he does, but then it feels like he doesn't."
"Oh, why would a beautiful woman say that? It sounds quite contradictory," Tangyu continued to ask.
"Yes, it does sound contradictory, and I feel it's contradictory myself. Maybe that's why I'm in a bad mood. He has a girlfriend now, but he treats me very well, and I know he really likes his girlfriend, the two of them are very affectionate. Hmph, so I'm conflicted myself, not knowing whether this is a great friendship or something else. Maybe he just treats me like a sister. Actually, I should have treated him as a younger brother too, but—never mind, I shouldn't be telling you all this," Fang Min said.
