"Then why do you still like her?" Li Mingxi couldn't help but ask.
Xiao Lang pressed his lips together and fell silent.
Li Mingxi thought he wouldn't answer, but after a while, he spoke in a low voice, "She doesn't like me, I won't force it, but liking her, that's my own matter."
So he wouldn't forget her just because he didn't get anything in return.
"Screech—" Li Mingxi suddenly stopped the car by the roadside. Xiao Lang, not wearing a seatbelt, lurched forward.
He steadied himself and looked at Li Mingxi in surprise.
Li Mingxi gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes slightly red.
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Lang asked with concern.
Li Mingxi blinked, took a breath, and said, "Nothing."
"..." He might know why she was upset, but he couldn't find words to comfort her.
Li Mingxi's heart was indeed very sad.
She hadn't expected Xiao Lang's feelings for Jian Yufei to reach this point.
Did the fact that she withdrew in time count as a kind of luck?
