Driving, Zhan Nanjue noticed how quiet she was and unconsciously glanced at her. What was she thinking about so intently?
Was she still regretful for not seeing her "little brother"? Would she still find ways to see him in the future?
He felt inexplicably bothered, yet his heart ached for her.
In silence, Zhan Nanjue turned on the music in the car.
But then...
"Decline every real meeting, imprisoning myself while longing for your news, gleefully enjoying the allure of rejection, subtly savoring the distance from you..."
Uh...
Too ambiguous.
Zhan Nanjue changed to another song.
"Endlessly enduring winter, it doesn't matter. Too afraid to admit love, it doesn't matter..."
Uh...
Change again...
"What to do when it rains, I miss you so..."
Ugh...
This is enough.
"Do you usually listen to these songs?" Shirao looked at Zhan Nanjue with a peculiar expression, as if discovering a different side of him.
Does he have a girlish heart?
