Huo Lingan had wondered what words he might hear if one day he confessed his feelings.
He had thought that he might be rejected.
He had also considered the possibility that he might never express his feelings at all,
but no conjecture was as real and helpless as this moment.
At this age, to taste rejection for the first time, it was unexpectedly like this.
And surprisingly, there was a bit of the confusion and helplessness typical of a younger self.
There was even a trace of grievance.,
He would have actually preferred if she had brushed him off.
Rather than seriously telling him that all her feelings toward him were only admiration and worship.
Not the love between a man and a woman.
It immediately severed all the hopes he had secretly harbored.
Perhaps it's just human nature, to give up a hundred, a thousand times, but as long as you're not rejected outright, you can't help but feel a sense of unwillingness.
