"Don't you have any thoughts about her confession to you?"
Su Liuying was somewhat puzzled. It was said that men pursue women across mountains, and women pursue men behind a veil of silk; aren't most men touched when they're confessed to?
Lin Runjie smiled and responded, "Being liked is my good fortune! But love can't be forced. I'm very clear that I don't like her, and I can't make any promises to her just because I'm moved by her years of affection."
His gaze softly settled on Su Liuying as he added in his heart, just like you know I like you, yet you've always been avoiding me.
Su Liuying felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, raised her hand, bit into the apple she held, and used this as an excuse to avoid his eyes.
His gaze was too straightforward; how could she not realize it?
Of course, she knew Lin Runjie liked her; he had confessed his feelings to her several times, but she didn't feel the same way about him, which is why she had always been evasive.
