"Lun You, you..." She knew that if he really wanted to confine her, she would not be able to escape.
"I am not your friend."
Lun You slowly turned his head to look at her.
In the depths of his dark pupils, her helpless figure was reflected. He raised his hand to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of his lips and said indifferently, "Whether you accept it or not, that's just how it is. What I want to do to you is not something a friend would do."
"..."
After saying that, Lun You turned and walked away.
Liu Mingxing silently watched his receding figure, and her heart was extremely distressed, so much so that she wanted to cry.
She really cherished him.
But she didn't know how to comfort him.
Feng Xiangwen came out of the café; he had witnessed the entire scene. Seeing him, Liu Mingxing felt somewhat embarrassed and faltered, unsure of what to say.
"Let's meet again another time," Feng Xiangwen hesitated to say.
