"You think I'm making it up? Like I'm possessed by a ghost or something?"
She glared at him, her brow furrowed slightly, her tone a bit annoyed. "I'm not a three-year-old. You think I can't tell truth from lies?"
Her words were a bit roundabout, the final syllable drawn out with a hint of pique.
But for some reason, her words made his mind go BOOM as memories came rushing back like a tide.
He suddenly recalled all the little moments with Shanshan, from childhood until now.
The candies she secretly stuffed into his schoolbag all those years ago were always his favorite flavor.
Shanshan's palms grew sweaty under his gaze. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her breathing growing softer.
Ling Zhiwei stepped forward and gently pulled her into his arms. His palm rested on her back, the movement both restrained and firm.
He promised in a low voice: before she graduated, he would absolutely not cross the line.
"Really?"
