"Without you, I could barely support myself with my part-time jobs at the library and cafeteria, let alone make enough money to take care of my brother."
Song Yuncheng sat on the chair, swinging her feet and thanking him sincerely.
"Haven't you thought about how you're going to repay me?" Chen Yansen picked up his tea and took a sip.
"A good person wouldn't demand repayment for a favor," Song Yuncheng said with a smile.
"You said it yourself—that's a *good* person. And I'm not one of them." Chen Yansen put down his teacup and took Song Yuncheng's hand.
It felt soft, but her palm was rough with calluses, a clear sign of her past part-time jobs.
Song Yuncheng tried to yank her hand back, but it wouldn't budge. She could only let Chen Yansen toy with it, her heart pounding like a drum.
"I don't want to be caught between you and another girl. If you and Meng Jie break up someday, you can always... come find me."
