"So if I like you, does that mean you'll be with me?"
The question echoed in the room.
Shan Xun's angry expression faltered. He quickly replied to Jiang Zheyu, "I'm sorry."
He had completely lost his composure.
After saying this, he wrapped his hand around Jiang Zheyu's wrist, grasped it firmly, and pulled her hands from his waist.
He spoke against his own heart, "I lost my composure. There's no possibility of us being together."
It was as if he had regained his composure, hiding all his true feelings away.
Jiang Zheyu let her hands fall, following the pull of his grip, and didn't try to hug him again.
A moment ago, she had taken a step back, and he had taken a step forward.
But now that she had taken a step forward, he was retreating.
Jiang Zheyu didn't understand why Shan Xun was rejecting her confession. His spiritual body clearly adored her, and he himself obviously liked her, yet he refused to accept it.
