The wall clock tick-ticked away, and Xia Qingrou was silent for a long time.
"You mustn't tell anyone..." Xia Qingrou licked her lips.
"If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to... never mind, just tell me, I will keep it a secret."
Shen Mochen initially refused, but then he changed his mind.
He wasn't particularly interested in the matter; curiosity killed the cat, and sometimes it's not a bad thing to be a little oblivious.
Of course, more importantly, he didn't want to take responsibility. He always felt that by listening to Xia Qingrou's secret, he would have to take some responsibility for it. And he was someone who didn't want to take responsibility.
But as soon as Shen Mochen's refusal left his lips, he capriciously changed his mind.
