When Zhou Chengchen spoke, he kept his head down, and Xi Siyan looked at her messy hair, feeling an unstoppable softness in his heart.
Before he could respond, his hand had already reached out and rubbed her hair, with a softness in his voice he himself hadn't realized: "Hmm, I don't dislike you."
Zhou Chengchen's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Hmm."
A heavy stone fell to the ground, Zhou Chengchen was relieved; as for how others viewed her, she didn't care at all.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to become ambiguous, Zhou Chengchen looked at Xi Siyan, feeling a phrase she wanted to voice.
He came out of the classroom to find her and also draped his own coat over her.
Moreover, he brought her back, handled the matters at school, and thoughtfully bought her clothes and boiled ginger soup—this wasn't the usually aloof and remarkable Xi Siyan.
A person who was usually cold suddenly became not so cold with you, does this mean...?
