"Because I see she doesn't have a moment of free time," Ye Xingli said. "If I don't ask her out, she goes straight to the flower shop after school. I see her busy here and there, never resting for a moment, and I think she works so hard. I figured she must come from a poor family, with a lot of pressure in her life, having to work at the flower shop on top of everything else…"
Ye Xingbei: "…"
Alright.
Actually, thinking like this doesn't seem wrong.
"Then why didn't you ask me?" Zhi Foliu said. "If you had asked me, I would have definitely told you."
Ye Xingli scratched his chin, embarrassed, and said, "I was just worried about hurting your pride…"
Zhi Foliu paused, then chuckled lightly, "No worries. Whether rich or poor, I am me, and you are still you."
"Um… I… I need to confess something…" Ye Xingli sat down beside her, tilting his head to look at her, a bit stammering, "Actually… I also have money…"
Zhi Foliu nodded, "Hmm, I figured so."
