"There are plenty of people who like me," Qin Xia said. "First, I'm beautiful; people line up to pursue me. Second, I'm popular. More than half want to cling to me, to use my fame."
Chu Zhengran looked at her proud and smug expression.
Qin Xia continued, "It's a completely normal thing. Don't you like me, too? Isn't it all the same?"
Those are the words, and that is the logic.
But hearing it sounded so unpleasant.
Chu Zhengran's gentle face turned a little unpleasant.
Qin Xia went on, "Was it necessary to smash a cup? You could've just given it to me. I could've flipped it and earned enough to buy myself an outfit."
Chu Zhengran still didn't speak.
Qin Xia asked, "What? What's up with your expression? Am I wrong? Or do you think you're different from others to me?"
"What do you think?" Chu Zhengran finally said something.
His voice was a bit hoarse, also a bit trembling.
The emotions were a bit unclear.
