From the moment Chen Jieyu admitted that she bought the slippers for Cheng Zhu, she once again succumbed.
There it was again, that lucid sense of sinking, back again.
For a woman like her, who grew up in a unique environment and with an unfortunate family background, the lethality of details was unimaginably terrifying.
Especially when in these details, you could feel the other person's care for you.
However, it wasn't until she lay on her pillow with her long hair disheveled that she realized something.
"I never told Cheng Zhu the reason for giving someone a dollar after receiving their shoes."
"I only said it was unlucky."
"But looking at how he acted just now, he must have known."
So, the question arose.
Doesn't this mean that when I insisted on giving him a dollar last time, he knew what I was thinking!
The thought made Chen Jieyu's heart beat faster.
Growing up in her environment, she tended to be inept at expressing her emotions to others.
