Zhuang Yijing put her hands in the thick, furry pockets of her coat and stopped walking.
She stood nearby with an amused expression, watching Shi Wangyue being confessed to by a girl, entangled in the situation.
Shi Wangyue, with a look of impatience, finally dismissed the foreign girl, and caught sight of Zhuang Yijing standing not far away, grinning at the scene.
He paused, then strode over to her with his long legs.
As Shi Wangyue approached, Zhuang Yijing remained still but spoke with a smile: "Didn't our little teacher tell you to be a bit more gentle with girls? If a girl likes you, and you're sure you don't like her back, you can refuse, but you mustn't disregard her feelings for you, right?"
She continued, "In this world, there's no one who should like someone else. Everyone's affection is limited; if they give some to you, there's less left for others. We can refuse, but we shouldn't trample it."
A fleeting smile appeared in the youth's eyes but vanished quickly.
