After a long pause, Leng Sichen replied, "No feeling."
He could never understand the youthful passion and impulse, couldn't grasp the feeling of anxiety that made one's heart race at the sight of a girl, nor comprehend Ling Yu's almost crazy and manic state of liking a girl from another class.
A girl like Su Xi was indeed both excellent and beautiful, practically perfect, and many boys were infatuated with her, Cui Yong being one of them.
He knew about Su Xi's feelings for him, but he felt nothing when facing her. Even when she held him, he only felt repulsion and disgust. Sometimes he even wondered if there was something wrong with him!
Leng Sichen's expression seemed a bit troubled, while Xia Yuxun didn't know what he was thinking. She was about to remind him that they might have strolled enough and should head back when she suddenly saw a white shadow on the balcony opposite, and at the same time, the clock struck twelve at school.
